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It seemed to him that he knew exactly what it felt like to sit in a room like this , in an arm-chair beside an open fire with your feet in the fender and a kettle on the hob ; utterly alone , utterly secure , with nobody watching you , no voice pursuing you , no sound except the singing of the kettle and the friendly ticking of the clock . gold

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