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She did not open the Bible but laid it on the edge of the bed, knelt and rested her forehead upon the worn leather cover. A physiognomist, indeed, would have likened him to that crafty animal, and it must be owned the general formation of his features favoured such a comparison. Her safety lay in pretense—that what she saw was as a tale twice told. She had once reconciled in her mind that she was happy as long as she had him. Hearing the noise of the scuffle, the tapstress, fancying it was Jack making an effort to escape, in spite of the remonstrances of the executioner, threw open the wicket. Until this instant, he discovered, he had thought of Melusine’s plan only in a nebulous fashion, a naïve girl’s dream. There were dark rims under her eyes, soft now with unshed tears. The land about these walls is a common graveyard. She clasped her hands over her mouth in a silent scream. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude.
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