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looking

over some

papers

tied

together

with red

tape; the

other, of

a lady,

with a

very

placid and

sweet

expression

of face,

who was

looking at

me. I

believe I

was

turning

about in

search of

Uriah's

picture,

when, a

door at

the

farther

end of the

room

opening, a

gentleman

entered,

at sight

of whom I

turned to

the

first-mentioned

portrait

again, to

make quite

sure that

it had not

come out

of its

frame. But

it was

stationary;

and as the