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"Whose house is it?"
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"Dr. Becher's."
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"Tell me," broke in the engineer, "is Dr. Becher a German, very thin, with a long, sharp nose?"
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The station-master laughed heartily. "No, sir, Dr. Becher is an Englishman, and there isn't a man in the parish who has a bener-lined waistcoat. But he has a gentleman staying with him, a patient, as I understand, who is a foreigner, and he looks as if a little good Berkshire beef would do him no harm."
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The station-master had not finished his speech before we were all hastening in the direction of the fire. The road topped a low hill, and there was a great widespread whitewashed building in front of us, spouting fire at every chink and window, while in the garden in front three fire-engines were vainly striving to keep the flames under.
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"That's it!" cried Hatherley, in intense excitement.
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