Rembrandt Painting

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Mrs. Bunting thought of Mr. Sleuth's money. He never received a letter, and yet he must have some kind of income - so much was clear. She supposed he went and drew his money, in sovereigns, out of a bank as he required it.
Her mind swung round, consciously, deliberately, away from Mr. Sleuth.
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The Avenger? What a strange name! Again she assured herself that there would come a time when The Avenger, whoever he was, must feel satiated; when he would feel himself to be, so to speak, avenged.
To go back to Mr. Sleuth; it was lucky that the lodger seemed so pleased, not only with the rooms, but with his landlord and landlady - indeed, there was no real reason why Mr. Sleuth should ever wish to leave such nice lodgings.
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