Then Manning flopped back in his chair and dropped his chin like a man shot. They could not go on. The Master of the Mint. “The fool I have been!” he cried; and now speech was coming to him. Thames unfolded the drawing, smoothed out its creases, and beheld a portrait of himself.
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