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The melancholy man was seated in his favourite corner, gazing out at the landscape. He scarcely looked up as Jacob entered. It chanced that they were alone.
"Richard Dauncey," Jacob said impressively, as soon as the train had started again, "you once sat in that corner and smiled at me when I got in. I think you also wished me good morning and admired my rose."