And there was no intimation whatever that the blinds would ever go up or the windows or doors be opened, or the chandeliers, that seemed to promise such a blaze of fire, unveiled and furnished and lit. He had a quick, shrewd, merry eye, and a look in which duplicity was agreeably veiled by good humour. But tell her this, too. He is Jacques.
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