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Perhaps it was loneliness. Having once more got into the chimney, he climbed to a level with the ward above, and recommenced operations as vigorously as before. The girl stood with her hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than ever like an obdurate child. “Anna,” she moaned, “I am a jealous, ungrateful woman. Cursing under his breath, Gerald moved swiftly across and dragged her away. She had told Emile. He was not addicted to monologue, and the only audible comment he permitted himself at first upon a universe that was evidently anything but satisfactory to him that afternoon, was one compact and entirely unassigned “Damn!” The word must have had some gratifying quality, because he repeated it. “Will you help me?” he asked. Sheppard, as a storm of furious voices resounded from below, and torches were seen mounting the stairs; "they are coming!—they are coming!—fly!—to the roof! to the roof. ‘And you!’ shrieked Melusine. You will not find it else. She stood without motion and without strength.
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