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RUPERT'S JOURNAL--_Continued_. _July_ 1, 1907.Another week gone. I have waited patiently, and I am at last rewarded byanother letter. I was preparing for bed a little while ago, when I heardthe same mysterious sound at the door as on the last two occasions.
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