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"I understand, Sir," replied Davies, drawing a little aside. Not a scar but has its history. What of madame, his wife?’ ‘You know more of her than me,’ the girl said with a look of scorn. It’s the rarest luck, the wildest, most impossible accident. I will ring if I want you. At this juncture, a cry was raised by a servant from below, that the robbers were flying through the garden. She glanced at the Frenchman, and found him struggling with the portrait that was embedded around his scalp. I sent a message straight. She produced a handkerchief, and with one sweep of this and a simultaneous gulp had abolished her fit of weeping. This did not tickle his vanity; on the contrary, it enlivened his terror, which is a phase of fascination. His conscience, however, was entirely another affair.
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