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She recognized him as the man who had blundered into the wrong room. He fell backwards on his butt, the wind knocked out of him. "Let us in," said the Master, rapping his truncheon authoritatively against the boards, "or we'll force an entrance. "We're merely about to discharge our duty by apprehending a rebel. “Why don’t you wear your white blouse more often? It is the prettiest shirt you own. The unknown, previously so attractive, now presented another face—blank. Ah! how I wish, poor dear Sir Cecil were alive! he'd keep him in order. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha.
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