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There was a tearing sound as the canvas gave way, and the precious portrait ripped apart as the top of the Frenchman’s head came through it. The benches running round the room, though fastened to the walls by iron clamps, had been forcibly wrenched off; while the table, which was similarly secured to the boards, was upset, and its contents—bottles, jugs, glasses, and bowls were broken and scattered about in all directions. Pretty good stuff, some of it. But this calm was more awful than the previous roaring of the blast. Before a word could be said, however, a slight noise was heard in the chimney, and Jack with his irons on descended from it. That is an evil place!” She cried. That's the only fault I know of. I’ve to collect my sword and hat, and then we must get back to London. Her name is Lucia, she works in the Alberti Yarn Shop, across from Florestano the Butcher!” I happily rewarded her with a shiny new Florin and sent her off.
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