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It was a bizarre sight, a miniature manor, replicated fully, walled in gray limestone. “No, he wouldn’t come here of all places—just now. On a small shelf near the foot of the bed stood a couple of empty phials, a cracked ewer and basin, a brown jug without a handle, a small tin coffee-pot without a spout, a saucer of rouge, a fragment of looking-glass, and a flask, labelled "Rosa Solis. "Here are some more papers, Captain. I should never have noticed the miniature at all, if it hadn't been for him. Just a friendly polite suggestion. They were so good to me.
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