She made a curious movement toward her niece, then suddenly, convulsively, she dabbed down something lumpy on the table and turned to follow her brother. How provoking!" she added, pretending to rummage her pockets; "one never can find a thing when one wants it. The locket contained the face of her mother—all the family album she had. She wore a black satin dress, a little shiny at the seams, a purposeless bow of white tulle at the back of her neck, and a huge chatelaine. I——” She threw herself into an easy chair. It seemed older than Rome, and the stone covering it gave resistance. Having ascertained that Thames was at his heels, he hurried with his ghastly burthen down Seacoal Lane.
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