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’ ‘But he gives them to me. Not that there had ever been any hope of that. The detective rapidly sketched the appearance of the room in his notebook, and picked up the pistol from under the table. Sometimes the music would be tender and dreamy, like a native mother's crooning to her young; sometimes it would be so gay that the flesh tingled and the feet were urged to dance; again, it would be like the storms crashing, thunderous.
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