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- As if now frightened from its silence, a hollow, husky voice addressed
me through the keyhole.
‘Who are you?’ it said.
‘A friend.’
‘Then shall you not come in,’ replied the voice, more hollowly than
before.
Great Heaven! this is not Jimmy Rose, thought I, starting. This is the
wrong house. I have been misdirected. But still, to make all sure, I
spoke again.
‘Is James Rose within there?’
No reply.
Once more I spoke:--
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