"And the will?" he said, with forced calmness. She noted the dank hair on his forehead, the sweat of revolting nature. Thames unfolded the drawing, smoothed out its creases, and beheld a portrait of himself. He waved an arm and spoke with a peculiar resonance. Not a word passed between them. For some time he could not stir, but felt sick and exhausted. "Mr.
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