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The little grating in the door, the sense of constant inspection, worried her. A pity you did not think to tell me that part of the tale at the outset. Awful shapes seemed to flit by, borne on the wings of the tempest, animating and directing its fury. As he returned to the table, he put his finger to his nose; and, though he said nothing, he thought he had a much better chance of winning his wager.
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