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“I suppose he’s frightfully clever,” said Miss Klegg. While he was thus occupied, Thames, prompted by an unaccountable feeling of curiosity, took up the penknife which the other had just used, and examined the haft. Not a star could be discerned, but, in their stead, streaks of lurid radiance, whence proceeding it was impossible to determine, shot ever and anon athwart the dusky vault, and added to the ominous and threatening appearance of the night. You see, I—I am a woman worshipper. gutenberg. ” “Your knowledge of our ways,” he murmured “is profound.
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