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The ink, contained in a grimy bottle unearthed in the outhouse, was old, and made blotches as soon as it touched the paper. I’m sorry. His pipe hung dead in his teeth, but the smoke was dense about him. Remember that. You're in a more serious scrape than you imagine. "My coat!" he repeated, his glance burning into hers.
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