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A thin mist lay on the river, giving the few craft moving about in it a ghostly look. They seed beyond all reason. ‘Who kills who?’ ‘Rot in hell,’ he snarled, panting, and managed to push himself forward and leap off the dais, running for the safety of the far aisle by the wall. The windows of these rooms were obscured with draperies, their floors a carpet patchwork; the china ornaments on their mantels were of a class apart. " "Robbed him!" screamed the widow.
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