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“My God!” he said again. " "Who told you this is his portrait?" demanded Trenchard. In this room was my ruin begun: in this room it should be ended. " And, as he spoke, he took up a sheet of paper, and hastily traced a few lines upon it. He remembered that he had heard stories about the wonderful likeness between these two sisters, one of whom was an artist and a recluse, whilst the other had attached herself to a very gay and a very brilliant little coterie of pleasure-seekers.
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