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Red velvet curtains rustled under dim lights as the door shut with a heavy snap. She heard the rats scattering across the stone as dirt fell into the crypt. Her tone should have warned him, but he was too much in earnest to regard it. He was a civil servant of some standing, and after a previous conversation upon aesthetics of a sententious, nebulous, and sympathetic character, he had sent her a small volume, which he described as the fruits of his leisure and which was as a matter of fact rather carefully finished verse. He then arose, and, taking a few turns in the chamber, stopped suddenly before her. And neither had any of that theatricality which demands gestures and facial expression. ’ ‘Couldn’t help but do so, ma’am,’ said Mrs Ibstock. \"Of course not. He was evidently nervous, and very anxious to be impressive; his projecting eyes sought to dominate. Chuck had did himself in because Chuck was a flaming homosexual. To her consternation, the sound drew her great-aunt’s attention and she threw out a hand.
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