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’ ‘Compel me? You do not know me, monsieur. “I don’t know. Chapter XXVIII THE HISSING OF “ALCIDE” There was a strange and ominous murmur of voices, a shuffling of feet in the gallery, a silence, which was like the silence before a storm. "To-morrow night!" said Spurlock, in a wondering whisper. “Have you not heard?” she said. " At this juncture, the door was flung open, and Charcam entered, dragging in Thames, whom he held by the collar, and who struggled in vain to free himself from the grasp imposed upon him.
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