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An electric light flashed out from the wall. Uttering a terrible imprecation, Jonathan snatched up the link, and hastily descended the stairs, leaving the Jew behind him. " As he said this, a slight noise was heard without. Ann Veronica sat firelit by her tea-tray with, quite unconsciously, the air of an expert hostess. I have come to you for sympathy, perhaps for help. Why should they be? She and Ramage were friends, very good friends. They are our food, Lucia, nothing more. This was number 13, Montague Street, familiarly spoken of in the neighbourhood as “White’s.
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