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A short flight of steps brought him to a dark passage, into which he plunged. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. Their laughter, together with the agonized yowling of the dog, drew a circle of wondering natives; and at length McClintock himself came over to see what the racket was about. ‘Certainly this is true,’ she managed. A cup of lies.
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