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Now the spaniel John-whose habit was to smell of heather and baked biscuits when he rose from a night's sleep-was in disgrace that Thursday. Into his long and narrow head it took time for any new idea to enter, and not till forty hours after Mrs. Pendyce had gone did he recognise fully that something definite had happened to his master. During the
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