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. Do you know whoso portrait this is?" "I do not," replied Thames, repressing his tears, "but I believe it to be the portrait of my father. Gwen—I saw Gwen the other day, and the paint’s thicker than ever. “I’m not so sure. ‘That piece of information seemed to interest him very much.
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