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Luck. His eyes closed. “Good evening, Dorling,” he said. How the devil did you break a picture?’ ‘Don’t be obtuse, Hilary. Then she glanced at the cards again, over which her aunt’s many-ringed hand played, and then at the rather weak, rather plump face that surveyed its operations. He drew her to him and tipped her chin towards him. She stood up and he sat down at the microscope, and for a time he was busy scrutinizing one section after another.
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