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His client’s story is safe with him. Opposite to her was a sallow-visaged young man, whose small tie seemed like a smudge of obtusively shiny black across the front of a high close-drawn collar. I felt—wrapped in thick cobwebs. There was little more here than a sideboard, a chest for the vestments, and a simple wooden chair. He had got here at speed by that means. You would steal from me then the only man I ever cared a snap of the fingers about.
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