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Surely the lodger was not going out again into the cold and foggy night - going out, as he had done the other evening, for a second time? But no; the sounds she heard, the sounds of now familiar footsteps, did not continue down the passage leading to the front door.
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Instead - Why, what was this she heard now? She began to listen so intently that the bread she was holding at the end of the toasting-fork grew quite black. With a start she became aware that this was so, and she frowned, vexed with herself. That came of not attending to one's work.
Mr. Sleuth was evidently about to do what he had never yet done. He was coming down into the kitchen.
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