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There lay upon this stand a book bound in limp black leather—the Holy Bible. It was long and narrow, a well-lit, wellventilated, quiet gallery of small tables and sinks, pervaded by a thin smell of methylated spirit and of a mitigated and sterilized organic decay. ‘One of they Frenchies, that’s what I say—if it ain’t a ghost. Her heartbeat quickened. " He then hurried Darrell down another short flight of steps, and entered a small chamber at the back of the house. I'll test him out later; see if there is any craving. And Miss Miniver fell discussing whether Goopes or Bernard Shaw or Tolstoy or Doctor Tumpany or Wilkins the author had the more powerful and perfect mind in existence at the present time. The weather's been foul enough for the last fortnight, but I've never turned my back upon it.
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