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She colored faintly. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. He HAD followed her! What had he followed her for? He must have followed her all the way from beyond Grosvenor Square. The thief-taker's throat was bound up with thick folds of linen, and his face had a ghastly and cadaverous look, which communicated an undefinable and horrible expression to his glances.
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