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"I was merely about to observe that I am in possession of her secret. She was not altogether surprised when she found a deer, gutted of its entrails and strung with a garland of flowers, on the cave’s doorstep one humid summer morning. You did not find him, but did you find his pistol? In the room beyond the bookroom there—a big room where a table had fallen.
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