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For there drifted out to Soapy’s ears sweet music that caught and held him transfixed against the convolutions of the iron fence 去书内
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    But on an unusually quiet corner Soapy came to a standstill. Here was an old church, quaint and rambling and gabled. Through one violet-stained window a soft light glowed, where, no doubt, the organist loitered over the keys, making sure of his mastery of the coming Sabbath an-them.

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