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5164	Marsh, Richard	The Beetle: A Mystery			.txt	text/plain	112734	9062	89	through Paul Lessingham's window like a thief, I still had not the The room door was open, and Mr Lessingham was standing with the handle between the sheets, his head resting on his hand, his eyes blazing like Marjorie Lindon!--for his dear love!--it shall come to pass that she 'Sure?--I never enter a place like this, where a man is matching When a man makes a speech like Lessingham's any No really old man could have had eyes like that. That was a nice thing to happen to a man of my sort at my time of life. 'I, also, like to know where I stand.--Lessingham, I am aware, and you looked to me like a man who had very little life left in him. come upon an open window in an apparently empty house, and, thinking of don't like the looks of you, and so I'll let you know.	./cache/5164.txt	./txt/5164.txt