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There were neither texts nor rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks. It had been discussed in silence. ’ Martha frowned. Sheppard raised her hand, and the malediction trembled upon her tongue. I was once a disciple of Saint Peter myself, and speak from experience.

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