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They turned off at Glen Grove, a sleepy town of less than two hundred. Section 3. In each corner stood a stout square post reaching to the ceiling. I want to be whatever I can to you. Jonathan cast a hasty glance around, to see that all was properly arranged for his purpose; placed a chair with its back to the door; disposed the lights on the table so as to throw the entrance of the room more into shadow; and then flung himself into a seat to await Sir Rowland's arrival. Footman or some such.
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