Not a moment is to be lost. He seemed wholly insensible to the rain, though it presently descended in torrents, and continued his search as ardently as before. Perhaps what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites. His eyes on Melusine, he uncocked the pistol, and then reached out to the portrait, grasping it by one edge.
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