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Well, my dear, it is time you stopped wallowing in your sorrows like a common wretch. They looked out over the city, grim and silent now, for it was long past midnight. "He has fallen by the hand of Blueskin, who brought me these packets. A phase of mental activity that men called courage: to summon at will this energy which barred the ingress of the long cold fingers of fear, which cleared the throat of stuffiness and kept the glance level and ever forward. "Sir Cecil is no more.
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