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His shoulders relaxed and his gaze wavered. ‘No sense in snooping about down here,’ Gerald whispered. “He is evidently a friend of Mrs. Miss Charvill. Her lips were apart, but no breath seemed to issue from them; and, but for a slight—very slight palpitation of the bosom, the vital principle might be supposed to be extinct. He made a quick movement towards her, but she did not flinch. He watched her constantly, trapped her in corners and slept with his arms locking her like a human cage.
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