There was a tearing sound as the canvas gave way, and the precious portrait ripped apart as the top of the Frenchman’s head came through it. As I hope for mercy, I speak the truth!— let him deny it if he can. I know he is dead. Yet she could not bring herself to hate the girl, or even Gianfrancesco, the one who would have sent her to her death more than once. " Spurlock grew limp in his chair. He tried to raise an outcry, but his throat was again forcibly griped by Rowland. It was the size of my palm.
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