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When he was concentrating, deep shadows formed under his gray eyes. The room was worse than pokey, it was shabby; and the view from the window, of chimney pots and slate roofs, wholly uninspiring. “I—I shall be all right directly. In doing this, he chanced to raise his eyes and half fancied he beheld, shaded by a pillar at the extremity of the western aisle, the horrible countenance of the thief-taker. ‘He is not in England, you understand. But she did not believe he would do that. Shall we say at half-past seven?” She rose from her chair. She looked down tassels of his shiny shoes with a scowl.
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