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There was no one to be seen in the great hall. Every now and then something familiar in her tone, the poise of her head, the play of her eyes startled him. But that was all over. Jackson, mean time, produced a pocket-book; and, after deliberately sharpening the point of a pencil, began to write on a blank leaf.
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