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This morning he heard voices—McClintock's and the Wastrel's. “My dear Miss Stanley, when I talked to you the other afternoon of work and politics and such-like things, my mind was all the time resenting it beyond measure. "I thought we were going to have some music," she said. Applying his ear to the keyhole, Jack listened, but could detect no sound. "You are," replied Kneebone.
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