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From under his pillow he dragged forth the key to the trunk. Just so had his subordinates shown their apprehension. The smell of laundry detergent was noticeable, the bed sheets very tightly stretched across the bed, tucked in on three sides. A new restlessness seemed to have stolen in upon her. “Don’t know me, eh? I like that. Have you ever heard the name of Meysey Hill?” “Meysey Hill?” He repeated it after her, and she knew at once from his tone and his quick glance into her face that the name possessed some significance for him. The loneliness of the place somewhat depressed her.
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