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Soot was everywhere, for the lamp would not stay trimmed in the gale. Away in London even now Capes was packing and preparing; Capes, the magic man whose touch turned one to trembling fire. Lives by his wits and gambling. At the same time Sydney and Brendon also vacated their places. "Where is he?" asked Jonathan. "But be prudent, my angel.
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