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Mrs. Burke had brought in a plate of cookies. Erie took one and held it up, as an enticement to Croaker. "And it reached straight across through the blackness to you?" she asked. Here the conversation was stayed for a minute or two by the entrance of a footman with a tray of sandwiches and cakes, and ale for Captain Weaver, and wine, and the like..
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