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" "What's the meaning of all this?" demanded Sir Cecil. She went about the familiar home with a clearer and clearer sense of inevitable conclusions. She had found a couple of articles about him over the years, blurbs about the opening of a theater that mentioned him. So perfect was the illusion, that he could almost fancy he heard the solemn voice of the ordinary warning him that his race was nearly run, and imploring him to prepare for eternity. Jack, meanwhile, heard, the shouts, and, though alarmed by them, held on a steady course. The houses were older, the shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the crowd, the street-like air was the same. Later, there will be fever, after I've got his heart pumping.
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