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Lucy was silent. Left to himself, he took a survey of the room, and his heart leaped as he beheld over the, chimney-piece, a portrait of himself. On the north stood the battlements of one of the towers of the gate. ” “To a friend?” “To lodgings—alone. “I murdered them, John. ‘No, for you had your own selfish plans already made, that is now seen. I'm not quite such a greenhorn as Shotbolt, Jack, whatever you may think. I have counted you, and always hoped to count you, the best of my friends.
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