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 he leant his elbows on the mantelpiece and glared in, only to step back suddenly with a cry of rage.

“Damn you!” he shrieked, “you know—you know!”

Retreating backwards he struck a table. To steady himself he put his hands behind him. His fingers came in contact with a heavy old brass candlestick, one of the treasures he had brought with him from Syria. He caught it up and sent it crashing through the mirror.

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