Her eyes were dilated— fixed in a horrified stare at the parting in the curtains which hung before the window. She stood 218 there, broken bottle still in hand. His throat filled; he wanted to weep. “If it will keep you busy,” he said, with a faintly ironical smile. . Left to himself, he took a survey of the room, and his heart leaped as he beheld over the, chimney-piece, a portrait of himself. “Was I not strong enough when you flogged me for leaning over the oubliette? Who tells you these things? The physician, Sebastianus? Am I not sovereign enough to judge what is happening to my own body?\" She demanded. One of the sampans was hailed, and a ropeladder was lowered.
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