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“Hey,” he said, his eyes slowly adjusting to the soft blackness. “What nonsense is this? What raving! My dear child, you DO live, you DO exist! You have this home. " "I ondershtand," replied the skipper, putting his finger to his nose; "it shall be done. Ascending the stairs, and conducting them along a sombre gallery, in which Trenchard noticed that every door was painted black, and numbered, he stopped at the entrance of a chamber; and, selecting a key from the bunch at his girdle, unlocked it. But she was not there. But the survey was satisfactory, and she found herself presently in Room No. ’ She looked up again and smiled sweetly. “That’s not working so well for you, is it?” She looked at him sheepishly, bringing a Kleenex out of her pocket to wipe away the excess.
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