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In the old days he had been something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. He righted a chair and sat in it, his face in his hands. . Capes became rigid and adhesive. The glass in the windows was broken—the roof unthatched—the walls dilapidated. Go to it. "This is the explanation of the bloody deed. ’ He called through the library door.
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