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I went out, closing the door behind me, and called to Butler through the skylight to send the negro boy to me. The lad arrived, and I bade him prepare a tray of refreshments for Miss Noble.
"How does the poor lady do, sir? " said Trapp, who sat in a chair looking on while I got upon the table and called.