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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. When she saw however that this man was a stranger, and obviously harmless, her expression changed as though by magic. The very carts and vans and cabs that Wellington Street poured out incessantly upon the bridge seemed ripe and good in her eyes. The looming face was 71 over her own once again, and arms as strong as iron bars held her down. You yourself, I am sure, recognize how impossible you have made it for me now to do anything of the sort.
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