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" "And I'm glad your worship's recognition doesn't come too late," observed the Master. You had better let me go again. " The walls appeared to rock; bulging shadows reached out; the candle flames became mocking eyes; and the blood drummed thunderously in Spurlock's ears. I thought that Hill was dead, but I was frightened, and I wanted to get away from Paris. Predictably, Charvill turned on him. His curiosity, his literary instincts, had been submerged by the recurring thought of the fool he had made of himself. One always dreamed of this and never believed it. At the bottom of the trunk was a large manila envelope, unmarked.
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