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But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say. ’ Melusine had crossed to the window that overlooked the front of the house, and was trying to peep through a crack in the shutters. What he needed was not a food but a flavour; and the cocoanut taste of the chestnuts soothed his burning tongue and throat.
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