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Just as they reached the end of the passage, they heard the voices of Jonathan and the Jew in Thames's late place of confinement. He was accompanied by a young man of about seven-and-twenty, who carried his easel, set it in its place, laid the canvass upon it, opened the paint box, took out the brushes and palette, and, in short, paid him the most assiduous attention. And if you’ve any notion—’ ‘Yes, it is upstairs,’ Melusine agreed, crossing to the library door. “Well,” she said. ‘Jacques?’ she called out, forgetting the need for silence. " "Oh, God!" cried Jack, "she does not know me. " "Pray do so, Madam," retorted Mrs.
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