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"No matter. Everything seemed designed to unhinge the mind and make the cat wretched. Captain Roding strode into the parlour. She came in while he was still in the throes, conviction battling with commonsense, his own apprehension. Dieu du ciel, what was it? She turned slowly, listening for the direction of the sound. Earles himself stood upon the threshold of his sanctum, the prototype of the smart natty Jew, with black hair, waxed moustache, and a wired flower in his button-hole. Such apartments as she saw were either scandalously dirty or unaccountably dear, or both.
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