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Either ignorant of the accident, or heedless of it, the foremost horseman pursued his way without even turning his head. Afraid, no doubt, he thought grimly, that her other visitor would leave. Jack, whose back was towards it, did not see it; but he heard, from the pitying exclamations of the crowd, that it was in view. His eyes on Melusine, he uncocked the pistol, and then reached out to the portrait, grasping it by one edge. “No!” “Don’t try and stop me. She felt scrawny, lanky, badly dressed in a baggy black T-shirt, sweaty, not at all beautiful; not even pretty. This circumstance produced no further alteration in his demeanour except that he endeavoured to abstract himself from the surrounding scene, and bend his attention to the prayers which the ordinary was reciting.
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