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There were neither texts nor rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks. She would not let her move. "Do nothing without consulting my father—your father, Thames," she implored. Nobody knows what his real name is, but he's a Hollander. "An idea has just occurred to me," said Gay, "which Jack's narrative has suggested. "I shall like to call you that. "Silence!" returned Jackson, in a deep whisper; "and don't muddle your brains with any more of that Pharaoh. Suddenly she became aware of the fact that he had brought no lunch. But it wasn’t the harassment that bothered her.
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