’ ‘The what, miss?’ asked Kimble, frowning. He opened the door of still another room, in one corner of which was a grand piano. It was John Diedermayer, who had been transformed into a young scholar with a large pair of wire-rimmed eyeglasses on. He did not like it, he said, with a significant look, to be reminded of either his books or his dinners after he had done with them. He thought of his wealth for once from a different point of view.
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