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James Hancock was seated at his desk. On it lay an envelope addressed in a lady’s handwriting; he covered the envelope with a piece of blotting paper as Bridgewater entered.
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“How about Isaacs?”
“Yes, Mr James.”
“What time is he coming?”
“Tell him to come to-morrow.”
“I’m afraid he won’t. I’m——”
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