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. The street was deserted, no
pedestrian school-goers walked immediately in front or
behind them. The blue jowl,
the fat-lidded eyes—now merry, now alert, now tungsten hard—the bullet head,
the pudgy fingers and the square-toed shoes were all in conformation with the
doctor's olden mental picture. She had a feeling at his departure as of an immense cavity, of something
enormously gone; she could not tell whether it was infinite regret or infinite
relief. As the secret door opened, the sounds within the house came at once to her
ears: the tramping of feet above, and the hoarse voices echoing through the
mansion. His next
occupation was to take out his pistols, examine the priming, and rub the flints.
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