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"Well, yes; but I can prove nothing against her." Mrs. Shelly nodded, smiled her twinkly smile and rose with alacrity. "Well, never mind Dr. Etwald just now," he said aloud, pointing to a chair. "He has his duties to perform, and I have mine. Sit down, Mr. Arkel. I suppose you wonder why I have sent for you?".
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