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” The detective went down on his hands and knees. ” He dared, his nostrils flaring. Her eyes were lit with smouldering passion. But to choose this of all moments. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. She had, poor inexperienced fool, given herself away. He talked in the same style, and pretty nearly in the same language; laughed in the same manner, and coughed, or sneezed at the same time.
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