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“Oh God!” she cried, “Oh God!” and flung aside her opera-cloak, and for a time walked about the room—a Corsair’s bride at a crisis of emotion. He had the same dark eyes, though lighted by a fierce flame; the same sallow complexion; the same tall, thin figure, and majestic demeanour; the same proud cast of features. Sebastian sat smirking in amusement. “Yes, I believe he is. Painting is only one slender branch of the great tree. “My dear Miss Pellissier,” he said impressively, “this is an unexpected pleasure. Would I could purchase his apathy as easily as I can procure his assistance. What CAN she put before that?” His voice began to rise. But he was a thief, a fugitive from justice. . Pah!’ She flounced about and, crossing to the bed, plonked down on it, pointedly averting her face and resting the large pistol in her lap. Strangers look in and long, and neighbours are moved to envy. "Fool!" he cried, "do you think I wouldn't have secured you before this if I hadn't some motive for my forbearance?" "And that motive is fear," replied Jack contemptuously. Satisfied with his scrutiny, he produced a pocket-flask, and taking off the silver cup with which it was mounted, filled it with the contents of the flask, and then seizing the thin arm of the sleeper, rudely shook it.
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