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He had heard me sing—the fool thought himself in love with me. Such a beautiful boy he is, but his intelligence is marginal. "Nothing whatever," rejoined the thief-taker, coldly. And for me there is only one treasure-house. . . " The walls appeared to rock; bulging shadows reached out; the candle flames became mocking eyes; and the blood drummed thunderously in Spurlock's ears. I have been imaging—” “Mr.
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