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A hansom stopped a little way off. It reminded her of one of the old tales her mother Marina had told her about a sculptor named Farhat. Advancing towards Wood, Jonathan fixed his keen gray eyes upon him, and demanded, in a stern tone whether the persons who had taken refuge in the adjoining house, were bailiffs. “That sounds so uncouth,” she murmured. Spurling; Austin had never quitted his post. His eyes on Melusine, he uncocked the pistol, and then reached out to the portrait, grasping it by one edge.
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