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Removed some debug messages from evmore.

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@ -157,7 +157,6 @@ class EvMore(object):
Scroll the text to the next page. Quit if already at the end
of the page.
"""
print "page_next:", self._pos
if self._pos >= self._npages - 1:
# exit if we are already at the end
self.page_quit()
@ -188,222 +187,3 @@ def msg(caller, text="", **kwargs):
always_more = kwargs.pop("always_more", False)
EvMore(caller, text, always_more, **kwargs)
class CmdTestMore(Command):
"""
Test the more functionality.
"""
key = "testmore"
def func(self):
testtext = """
Chapter Four
“So,” Emperor Palpatine said, his eyes glinting from the
shadows beneath the peak of his hood. “It is as I suspected.
Moff Glovstoak is a traitor.”
“He’s at least an embezzler, my lord,” Mara said. “I don’t yet
know whether or not he’s committed actual treason.”
“I consider theft of Imperial funds to be treason,” the
Emperor countered. “Your part in this is now ended, my
child–others will carry on from here. You have done well.”
“Thank you,” Mara said, feeling the warmth of his approval flow
through her. “Then unless there’s something more urgent
pending, I’d like permission to do an investigation of the six
artworks I found in Glovstoak’s safe. The ones I examined
appear to be from a batch of ten that were stolen from a
gallery five years ago during an attack on a Rebel cell on
Krintrino.”
The Emperor’s face darkened. “So as well as being an
embezzler, Glovstoak may also be connected with the Rebel
Alliance?”
“Or he may have a connection with the Imperial forces who
carried out the attack,” Mara pointed out, a little
cautiously. The Emperor was a wise and good man, but he had an
odd tendency sometimes to see Rebels and Rebel conspiracies
where they might not actually exist. “Or it could have been
pirates or thieves who simply took advantage of the attack’s
chaos to grab and run. The interesting point is that Glovstoak
apparently bought them through an auction house, which
suggests he and the seller wanted a stamp of legitimacy put on
the transfer.”
“You said ten were stolen,” the Emperor said. “Yet only six
were in Glovstoak’s safe?” “Yes,” Mara confirmed. “And all six
were apparently bought at the same time about eighteen months
ago.”
“Where are the other four?”
“As far as I know, they’re still missing,” Mara said. “That’s
one of the questions I’d like an answer to. Another is why the
original owner suddenly decided he needed such a large influx
of cash a year and a half ago.”
For a minute the Emperor remained silent, and Mara felt a
flicker of satisfaction. Private transfers of valuable objects
happened all the time across the Empire, for any number of
legitimate or borderline-shady reasons. Such questions coming
from many of the Emperor’s other advisers and assistants would
likely have been dismissed out of hand as irrelevant.
But Mara was the Emperor’s Hand, recruited and trained
personally by him, and he trusted her instincts. “The loss of
the Death Star was a great shock to even my strongest
supporters,” he said at last. “Some, perhaps, might be
wondering if my Empire is indeed the likely winner in this
conflict with the Rebel Alliance.”
“Of course it is,” Mara said automatically.
The Emperor gave her another thin smile. “Indeed,” he agreed.
“But not everyone sees things as clearly as you and I. If
Glovstoak is not connected to the Rebellion, perhaps one of
our wealthier citizens has decided to play both sides. Tell
me, what is the current Rebel presence in Shelsha sector?”
“I don’t know yet,” Mara said. “I was planning to comm
Shelkonwa and ask Governor Choard’s office to prepare a summary
for me.”
“Don’t,” the Emperor said, the corners of his lips turning
down with contempt. “Barshnis Choard is a competent
administrator, but he has far too many ties with the wealthy
and powerful of his sector. He might leak news of your
investigation to the very people you seek. No, you will
instead use my personal library for your research.”
Mara bowed her head. “Thank you, my lord.”
The Emperor held out his hand to her. “Go,” he said.
Mara stepped forward and took his outstretched hand, feeling a
fresh wave of warmth and strength flow into her, then stepped
back again. “One other thing, my lord,” she said. “When you
have Moff Glovstoak and his administration arrested, I would
ask that a member of his staff, General Deerian, be exempted
from punishment.”
The Emperor regarded her thoughtfully. “You believe him to be
innocent of Glovstoak’s treason?”
“I’m certain of it,” Mara said. “He’s also an honest and
honorable man. I don’t wish to see the Empire deprived of his
service.”
The other’s lip may have twitched slightly at the word
honorable. But he merely nodded. “As you wish, my child,” he
said. “I will have General Deerian transferred immediately to
a position here on Imperial Center, where he will remain
untouched by Glovstoak’s imminent destruction.”
“Thank you,” Mara said. Turning, she strode across the expanse
of the throne room, passed between the silent red-robed Royal
Guards, and stepped into the turbolift.
The Emperor’s library was a large and very private place, used
only by a few of his top people, and only with his express
permission. Normally, there were a handful of attendants on
hand to assist, but as Mara walked between the tall stacks of
data card file cabinets toward the retrieval stations at the
center she was struck by the unusual silence. Apparently all
the attendants had suddenly found a need to be elsewhere.
As she rounded the last cabinet she discovered the reason for
their absence. Seated alone at one of the three computer
stations was Darth Vader.
“Lord Vader,” she said politely as she stepped past, her eyes
flicking automatically to the display screen in front of him.
His arm came up, just high enough to block her view.
“Emperor’s Hand,” he greeted her in turn, his voice deep and
stiff and darker even than usual. “What do you want?”
“I was given permission to do some research,” Mara said,
continuing past him and seating herself at one of the other
stations.
But even as she turned on the console and started keying for
her data search, she could sense his brooding attention switch
from his research to Mara herself. Vader had always been
polite enough, but even without Mara’s Force sensitivity it
would have been abundantly clear that he didn’t like her.
She’d never figured out why that was. Certainly their goals
were the same: service to the Emperor and his New Order.
Perhaps he thought her training had taken too much of the
Emperor’s time and attention, or perhaps he suspected her of
trying to supplant him in the great man’s eyes.
Both thoughts were ridiculous, of course. Mara had her work to
do, and Vader had his, and there was no point trying to
second-guess the Emperor’s wisdom in the way he employed
either of them.
But she had yet to find a way to get that message through to
Vader.
“You seek information on the Rebels,” Vader said.
“Don’t we all?” Mara said drily. “Specifically, I’m interested
in the ones in Shelsha sector. Would you happen to know
anything about that?”
“There are no known or suspected bases in the sector,” the
Dark Lord rumbled. “The single major listening post was raided
and destroyed a few days ago. I suspect there to also be some
important supply lines running through the sector, but that
has yet to be verified.”
“Any important sympathizers?”
The sense of coldness around him deepened. “There are
sympathizers everywhere,” he said. “As well as others who
conspire to overthrow their superiors.”
Mara felt an unpleasant trickle run through her. “Lord Vader,
rest assured that I have no intention–”
“Good day, Emperor’s Hand,” Vader cut her off. With a swirl of
black cloak, he stood, turning off the console as he did so.
Turning his back, he strode away.
“Thank you for your assistance, Lord Vader,” Mara called after
him.
The other didn’t reply, the sense of coldness fading as he
departed. The door slid open at his gesture, and he strode
from the library.
Mara took a deep breath, let it out in a weary sigh. What was
he worried about, anyway? Loyalty was, after all, one of the
Emperor’s greatest qualities; loyalty to all who were loyal to
him. How could Vader even think his Master would push him
aside for anyone else? Especially for someone as young and
inexperienced as Mara?
Shaking her head, she turned back to her console, forcing her
mind back to her job. So the Rebels had supply lines through
Shelsha sector. That was good to know. She finished keying in
her request for general Rebel data, then added a search for
major and minor traffic lanes, out-ofthe-way spaceports, and
any known centers of smuggling or other criminal activity.
The computer set to work, and Mara sat back to wait . . . and
as she hunched her tired shoulders, her eyes drifted over to
Vader’s console. The Dark Lord was never very pleasant, but as
she thought back on their brief encounter it seemed to her
that he’d been even more on edge than usual.
Maybe she could find out why.
"""
msg(self.caller, testtext)