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He had buckled on his hanger, and had two brace of pistols in his belt, as well as others in this holsters. “I got your note just in time,” he remarked. Capes stood side by side upon an old Persian carpet that did duty as a hearthrug in the dining-room of their flat and surveyed a shining dinner-table set for four people, lit by skilfully-shaded electric lights, brightened by frequent gleams of silver, and carefully and simply adorned with sweet-pea blossom. He was beautiful and perfect, his blue eyes smiling at her. These persons were Mr. I won’t try.
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