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Upstairs, in the little dressing-room, the panel was opened by means of tugging a small candlesconce in the wall. ‘We needn’t murder Lucia. I am engaged to sing every evening at the ‘Unusual’ music hall. Perhaps I ought not to; but this isn't a case to fiddle-faddle over.
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