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Chapter IV |
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"Of course," said Glennard, with sudden dizziness. His hand had slipped from the knob and he stood staring down at the exotic spirals of the Persian rug beneath his feet. "I'd have to see the letters," Flamel repeated. "Of course--you'd have to see them. . . ." Glennard stammered; and, without turning, he flung over his shoulder an inarticulate "Good-by. . . ." |
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