"What is this!" cried Sir Rowland. "I lost a very valuable one some time ago. " "Would you like to have me read to you?" He did not answer. I jumped then—I was not even shaken. He rested his brow on his hand and conveyed magnificent tragedy by his pose. That handsome, finely drawn face belonged to a soul with clean ideals. Jack now carefully closed the shutters, while Blueskin struck a light, with which he set fire to a candle.
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