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his features as he turned to leave the room with a low bow, and they looked, he fancied, unnaturally chalky.
"D— him!" said the judge ungraciously, as he began to scale the stairs: "he has half-spoiled my supper."
But if he had, no one but the Judge himself perceived it, and the evidence was all, as any one might perceive, the other way.
