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” “You mean—you think——” “Hush! I think that he was concealed in my room, and Annabel and he met there. Her thoughts were busy with the possibilities of this break in her journey. ’ He moved to his friend and grasped his hand in a gesture as deliberately dramatic as the storytelling of mademoiselle. “He tried it. We'll then remove them both to the Middle Stone Hold, where a watch shall be kept over them night and day till they're taken to Tyburn. Lord, what a state I was in! Night after night I sat there, I watched her come in, I watched her go. 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. He was beautiful and perfect, his blue eyes smiling at her. " Silence.
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