The ink, contained in a grimy bottle unearthed in the outhouse, was old, and made blotches as soon as it touched the paper. The policeman raised his voice, slightly agitated. It suited him to dampen the spirits of any who sought to impose upon him, as these relics of the loathed family of Valade seemed like to do. "I haven't quite recovered the fright I got in the Vell-Hole," replied Abraham.
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