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That afternoon dragged itself slowly away.
I left Carnes in our room, and went below to note the movements of the two crooks.
They were both upon the piazza; Blake smoking a well-colored meerschaum and seemingly half asleep, and the Dimber, with his well-polished boot heels elevated to the piazza railing, reading from a brown volume, with a c