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Plote was sleeping or deaf. It was his particular hobby, and the leisure he had to apply to it had given him a remarkable appraising eye. Someone was coming out of the house. . “I wish that I could forget it,” he said. The passion of pent-up speech compelled action of some sort. "I hear you plotting with your wicked associates," cried Mrs. Let—it—fall.
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