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Yet, for a brief interval more, Jack Benson hesitated.
"Is the young woman sketching, or is she merely writing?" he wondered, anxiously. He watched her a little while longer.
"No; she's sketching. Those are drawing strokes she's making."
Then, looking wholly blank, Jack Benson turned on his heel. He looked first at one mechanism, then at a