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6. It was long and narrow, a well-lit, wellventilated, quiet gallery of small tables and sinks, pervaded by a thin smell of methylated spirit and of a mitigated and sterilized organic decay. The Wastrel, his eyes full of humorous evil, stood inside the room. “I heard your voices, and the hall is draughty. A murmur ran through the assemblage, by several of whom Jack was recognised.
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