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Mike knocked on the door. “You can’t imagine,” Sydney exclaimed, “that the people downstairs will be such drivelling asses as to believe piffle like that. One of your aunts died, I believe, and the other removed to London. At the recollection that it was his, she seemed to fall through a thin surface, as one might fall through the crust of a lava into glowing depths. The blast once more swept over the agitated river: whirled off the sheets of foam, scattered them far and wide in rain-drops, and left the raging torrent blacker than before. Aroused by the sound of the church bells, he resolved, at whatever risk, to attend Divine service. He took a sip of punch and commenced his relation.
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