“You and Anna,” she said, “seem to have stumbled upon a mare’s nest. "Si—lence!" vociferated Charcam, laying great emphasis on the last syllable. She was not afraid of violence, but she was afraid of something mean, some secondary kind of force. And now let's go back to the Shovels, and finish our brandewyn and bier, Muntmeester. She hesitated in answering the door, her violin still crooked underneath her chin.
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