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I was standing in the middle of the room, Sydney was between the door and me; Mr Holt was in the hall, just outside the doorway, in which he, so to speak, was framed. As Sydney advanced towards him he was seized with a kind of convulsion,-he had to lean against the side of the door to save himself from falling. Sydney paused, and watched. The spasm