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‘Do you need an excuse?’ ‘Oh, you know what doctors are. He was even a little jealous of Sebastian. He lit a cigarette and loitered about. "Sir Rowland is murdered!" cried Jack, as soon as he could find a tongue. ‘Certainly you may have me under guard. Very intelligent, by the looks of the books she was carrying. A light was visible in the garret, feebly struggling through the damp atmosphere, for the night was raw and overcast. Capes sat down in the armchair beside her. It seems to me just talk; it seems to me like the fancy of a dream.
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