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"Your business, Sir?" returned the other, stiffly. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. “They were sent to me by Mr. Something in her voice and manner conveyed an effect of unwonted gravity to him. " "Pshaw!" cried Thames. “It’s the stir of spring,” he said. I can accommodate you below.
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