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There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers. She slid her cheek down the tweed sleeve of his coat. Arrived there, the porter thundered at the massive door of the Lodge, which was instantly opened—Shotbolt's note having been received just before. The piece, in three movements, was short enough anyway.
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