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" Still the voice was without emotion; calm, colourless. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. "Why do you laugh?" she asked gravely. On returning to the audience-chamber, Jonathan found the inanimate body of Thames Darrell lying where he had left it; but, on examining it, he remarked that the pockets were turned inside out, and had evidently been rifled. He drew her away from this thought.
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