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"Yes, sir," said McClintock, as he sat down; "that's South Sea stuff, that yarn of yours. Coming from the gloom of the passage, even the corridors seemed sufficiently illuminated for them to see their way. Through all this flutter of novelty there came and went a solicitous, preoccupied, almost depressed figure. “No,” she said, under her breath, “you can’t face it. Surely he was imagining this picture. There was a round table covered, not with the usual “tapestry” cover, but with a plain green cloth that went passably with the wall-paper. "You've won your wager. She treaded down the hall swiftly but stopped abruptly when she heard a voice in back of her.
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