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There was something which chilled even him in the cold impassivity of her features. Shotbolt, who had in some degree recovered from the effects of his previous mortification, was thrown into an ecstacy of delight, and could not sufficiently exult over the prisoner. I’ve paid for you and helped you, and I’m going to conquer you somehow—if I have to break you to do it. The elemental woman was always close to the cat: as the elemental man was always but a point removed from the wolf. The person, shortly afterwards ushered into the room, seemed by the imperfect light,—for the evening was advancing, and the chamber darkened by heavy drapery,—to be a middle-sized middle-aged man, of rather vulgar appearance, but with a very shrewd aspect.
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