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"Yes, but I was wrong; I made a mistake." They went slowly up the palm-banked, stately stairway, through a dim ante-chamber where a line of twinkling barbaric lamps led to the great curtained arch of the entrance to the main assembly room. "Then Dr. Etwald--that horrid, gloomy creature!".
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