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Gosse had moved forward, his pistol arm out straight, his aim true, the gun cocked. He entered the room with his usual deliberation, and looked covertly about him. Besides, it was under false pretences. She lifted her shoulders in an eloquent shrug. Father— dead. Both carried packages of books and magazines. ‘Comment? This is not a mirror!’ It was a portrait. His eyes never left her face.
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