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“We have no airs and graces here, and my hat hangs from a peg in the passage. I believe I am getting impudent. Martin’s parents looked at each other in embarrassed, silent communication. I'll knock off at tea. "Your detective has been remiss in his duty; let him suffer for it. And for twelve years he has been so; until his long security, well-nigh obliterating remembrance of the deed, has bred almost a sense of innocence within his breast. Then his beard was of a reddish hue, and his complexion warm and sanguine. I must stay a minute longer, if only to see you smile.
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