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The room in which this interview took place had a sordid and miserable look. He stared at the woman depicted thereon for a
long moment, awe in his head. “Home, of course,” she answered. ‘And I
wouldn’t be no sort of a man if I’d heard what I heard, and gone off and left
you. Yet even now there
were so many things untouched, so much to be learned. Here
one might live the life of golden days. Indeed, if he had been ignorant of it, the sound of voices which he
could faintly distinguish, would have served as a caution to him. Best assured of that. “I’m next, Mr. I think you’re
wrong. He was in evening dress: swallow-tailed coat and white tie.
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