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Clothes. ’ ‘Eh bien, what then?’ Emile sidled closer. A sprinkling of callow youths, and a couple of pronounced young Jews, who were talking loudly together in some unintelligible jargon of the City. Mr. E. She got hysterical. At this moment, Blueskin appeared with the lamp, and revealed a horrible spectacle,—the floor deluged with blood,—various articles of furniture upset,—papers scattered about,—the murdered man's cloak, trampled upon, and smeared with gore,—his hat, crushed and similarly stained,—his sword,—the ensanguined cloth,—with several other ghastly evidences of the slaughterous deed. She got to the driveway and was semi-surprised to see that his car was gone. Emile looked at her, then down, and clearly caught the bright gleam on the floor.
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