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His head was small and bullet-shaped, and he did not wear a wig, but had his sleek black hair cut off closely round his temples. There were sidetables and a writing table, similarly buried in bric-a-brac, and the chair by the French doors could hardly be seen for blankets. “You must come and see me some afternoon,” she said to him. ” She said to them, raising her head to speak, her voice unsteady.
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