Take me to the Stone Room. Would she ever find it? Sighing, she opened the door to the next room, and drew back the drapes. I must have something in hand. Jeremiah Jackson, and Mr. Anna stood looking down upon her sister with grave perturbed face. Almost at once she had comprehended that she was expected to write down her name and address, which she did, in slanting cobwebby lettering, perhaps a trifle laboriously.
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