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Whatever he wrote he was: he became this or that character, he suffered or prospered equally. The thought caused him an odd kind of pang—of pity, naturally. "I'm not particular about rooms. As sure as he is now living, I'll pay him a visit in the Old Bailey before morning. Anyhow, there was some pleasurable satisfaction in knowing where the quarry would be for the next three weeks. Was he really awake? The arrival and departure of this strange father lacked the essential human touch to make it real. "I'll make a sketch, too," he said. "On my return, I found the window open, and the room vacant.
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