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Sullenly enough, the jackal loosened his dress, went into an adjoining room, and came back with a large jug of cold water, a basin, and a towel or two. Steeping the towels in the water, and partially wringing them out, he folded them on his head in a manner hideous to behold, sat down at the table, and said, "Now I am ready!" ¡¡¡¡"Not much boiling down to be done to-night, Memory," said Mr. Stryver, gaily, as he looked among his papers. ¡¡¡¡"How much?" ¡¡¡¡"Only two sets of them." ¡¡¡¡"Give me the worst first." ¡¡¡¡"There they are, Sydney. Fire away!" ¡¡¡¡The lion then composed himself on his back on a sofa on one side of the drinking-table,
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while the jackal sat at his own paper-bestrewn table proper, on the other side of it, with the bottles and glasses ready to his hand. Both resorted to the drinking-table without stint, but each in a different way; the lion for the most part reclining with his hands in his waistband, looking at the fire, or occasionally flirting with some lighter document; the jackal, with knitted brows and intent face, so deep in his task,