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DRAGON'S BLOOD
The man did not answer, or look up, or remove his varnished hat. Still downcast and hang-dog, he sidled along the verge of the shadow, snatched from the table the paper and a pencil, and choosing the darkest part of the wall, began to write. The lamp stood between him and the company: Heywood alone saw?and with a shock of amazement?that he did not print vertically as with a brush, but scrawled horizontally. He tossed back the paper, and dodged once more into the gloom. This book is in .htm format
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