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At this moment, his quick ears detected the sound of footsteps on the stairs. ‘You ain’t got nothing on me. Hill lost a little of his truculency. "They shan't have the opportunity," replied Kneebone. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. Not up here, I think. And I do not know you.
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