There was a tearing sound as the canvas gave way, and the precious portrait ripped apart as the top of the Frenchman’s head came through it. I wouldn’t even have to use very much gasoline. "My servants, like Eastern mutes, must have eyes, and ears,— and hands, if need be,—but no tongues. The looming face was 71 over her own once again, and arms as strong as iron bars held her down. “If only I could afford another!” she thought regretfully.
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