“Can I bring you anything, sir—a whisky and soda, or a liqueur? You’ll excuse me, sir, but you haven’t touched your coffee. I didn’t betray you, I swear I didn’t. From time to time the man below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a harpist, only to recover them instantly. That is the dreadful truth.
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