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She could smell his cologne underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave. ‘Forgive my not rising to greet you,’ she said, holding out a claw-like hand. He is in the secret passage. No blowzy barmaids for him to-day: an American bar-keep to whom he could tell his troubles and receive the proper meed of sympathy. You know as well as I do that it was accident.
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