Your laugh reminds me of—of——" "Whose, Sir?" demanded Jackson, becoming suddenly grave. I have done n-nothing. His head was small and bullet-shaped, and he did not wear a wig, but had his sleek black hair cut off closely round his temples. But there was nothing in her bearing that a passer-by would have noted, to tell of the excitement that possessed her. I've a shrewd guess where he's taken refuge; but I'll ferret him out. The sounds that reach the ear, and the objects that meet the eye, are all calculated to awaken a train of sad and serious contemplation.
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