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. But that still left the forty pounds!. Wood, now more buxom and more gorgeously arrayed than ever,—as well as a young and beautiful female, in whom he was at no loss to recognise the carpenter's daughter. The pouting cherry lips were slightly parted and the very faintest of panting breaths, together with the quick rise and fall of an alluring bosom, betrayed her fear. Three times he uttered a phrase: "A djinn in a blue-serge coat!" And each time he would follow it with a chuckle—the chuckle of a soul in damnation. She attempted by a sheer act of will to end the scene, to will herself out of it anywhere. " "You say that the miniature was abstracted from Lady Trafford's jewel-box," said Jonathan, in a loud voice.
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