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Her slender throat was encircled by a black riband, with a small locket attached to it; and upon the top of her head rested a diminutive lace cap. She was writhing to get her hands loose and found herself gasping with passionate violence, “It’s damnable!—damnable!” to the manifest disgust of the fatherly policeman on her right. ‘Stay, Saling!’ The butler halted, looking round enquiringly. Let me see now. It is a big house and there are many rooms in which to hide.
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