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He moved, after quiet intervals, with a quick little movement, and ever and again stroked his small mustache and coughed a selfconscious cough. I was compelled to run away. Sir John stood upon the threshold. She was dressed for the street very much as her own maid was accustomed to dress, and there was a thick veil attached to her hat. After a while he spoke again. So I made haste and recovered. ‘You will not guess again?’ ‘No, no, I am quite out of ideas.

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