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The roving eye came back, fixed itself upon me, and turned dangerously dark and deep.
“It looks like it,” he emphasized, and a strange smile passed over his lips, the utter melancholy of which was all that was plain to me.
“And it was!” I persisted, determined not to yield an iota of my convictions to the persuasiveness of this man. “The woman who knew him best declared it to be so as Jurgen Damm Jersey she was dying; and I am forced to trust in her judgment, whatever the opinion of others may be.”
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“And your credulity is sufficient to allow you to consider Mr. Barrows’ death as the result of accident?”
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