There was something which chilled even him in the cold impassivity of her features. Her lips came together with an expression between contentment and the faintest shadow of a smile, her manner was one of quiet reserve, and behind this mask she was wildly discontented and eager for freedom and life. The dog was, in a sense, a gift of the gods. “So am I the jewel or the bug inside?” He smiled.
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