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Chapter XXVIII THE HISSING OF “ALCIDE” There was a strange and ominous murmur of voices, a shuffling of feet in the gallery, a silence, which was like the silence before a storm. Perhaps that sealed letter was a form of confession, and thus relieved him on that score. Something seemed awry. Finally she fell into reflection. "Do you think we are to be disturbed in this way? Make less noise, hussies, or I'll turn you out of the Lodge.
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