She stood without motion and without strength. “You will go and see her,” he begged. "My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. She glanced at the Frenchman, and found him struggling with the portrait that was embedded around his scalp. His stories had enchanted her, even if in some deep corner of her heart she guessed they were not entirely true.
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