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His hair is oddly streaked with gray —I might say a dishonourable gray. But don't suppose, Madam, that anything I say has reference to you. Then he lifted the black cloak-like garment from the floor. " "But that's the point—I don't know. " Mrs. Strewn across the bed was a multitude of jumbled garments. She held it down with the poker, looking nervously over her shoulder. Be so good as to come this way. Did you really doubt if I knew?” “No. Don’t say anything, she thought to herself, say nothing more, Martin. . .
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