82 She was putting a manuscript away, gingerly locking its heavy tooled cover, but it was a huge, awkward tome. For the face under her gaze she could find but one expression—fine. " "Not in the least, Sir," replied Tom, in a drowsy tone, and with a look seeming to imply that he was too much accustomed to odd noises at night to heed them. He did not speak for a moment.
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