Upon the pavement near the court lay the porter, who had been prostrated by a blow from the butt-end of a pistol. She turned on the lad with her, who was visibly relieved. "Who isn't it like?" he asked, endeavouring to gain possession of the drawing, which, af the sound of his footstep, she crushed between her fingers.
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