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The gentleman appealed to shook his head in reply, coughed as only a Dutchman can cough, and raising his hand from the bowl of his pipe, went through precisely the same mysterious ceremonial as the Master. Like a river swollen by many currents, it gathered force from the various avenues that poured their streams into it. ” “Why?” Mr. Conscience was always digging sudden pits for his feet and common sense ridiculing his fears. A black silk furbelowed scarf covered her shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung a yellow satin apron, trimmed with white Persian.
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