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In his way he was critical. Mr. “You can’t imagine,” Sydney exclaimed, “that the people downstairs will be such drivelling asses as to believe piffle like that. A queer game this: he could not move directly as in an ordinary case of manhunt. ‘What are the chances, do you think, of that thing being already cocked?’ ‘Probably not even loaded,’ suggested Hilary hopefully. Wood, in deploring his wild career, adverted to the melancholy condition to which it had reduced his mother. Celeste introduced him to me—oh, how Celeste hated me! She must have known. Covering his face with a crape mask, and taking the candle from his associate, Jack entered the room; and, pistol in hand, stepped up to the bed, and approached the light to the eyes of the sleepers. But underneath this tolerance there is always the vague hope that your manhood will someday reassert itself. Now you can understand why every minute is a torture to me.
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