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"He was all ready to slink down to the phone when, returning to the bedroom, he again surveyed the mutilated bedclothes. They looked in some way unsatisfactory; he couldn't have said how. He went and locked the outer bathroom door, picked up the razor blade, and began again on the cirdumferences of the holes. This time he made jagged cuts into the material, little inlets form the great missing areas. Some pieces he almost severed. Finally he held the blade at right angles and ran it quickly round the holes, roughening them up. He stood back from his work and decided the effect was perceptibly better. The disaster now seemd much less obviously the work of man and might, for a few seconds, be put down to some fulminant dry rot or the ravages of a colony of moths."
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