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It was about four o'clock, and the last darkness of the night
had passed. There was a faint light in the passage; the study door
stood half open. Everything was quiet and still, except the sound
of the stairs under Mr Bunting's feet, and the slight movements in
the study. He heard a drawer being opened, and a sound of papers.
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