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Behind them stalked Blueskin, enveloped in a rough great-coat, called—appropriately enough in this instance,—a wrap-rascal. “Won’t you have some more tea, Mr. Then he sensed the trap. What gave the puzzling twist to an ordinary situation was her manner: she was guileless. The street was deserted, no pedestrian school-goers walked immediately in front or behind them.
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