For myself, however, I was mentally discussing certain topics which had formed matter for conversation between us at an earlier period of the evening I mean the affair of the Rue Morgue, and the mystery attending the murder of Marie Rogêt. For one hour at least we had maintained a profound silence while each, to any casual observer, might have seemed intently and exclusively occupied with the curling eddies of smoke that oppressed the atmosphere of the chamber. Auguste Dupin, in his little back library, or book-closet, au troisiême, No.
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