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The figure of the girl upon it in plain black dress, standing with her hands behind her, was an undeniable and astonishing likeness of herself. The life with which he had endued these sheets of paper began to beckon imperiously. Open the window, Thames, and call for assistance. Who could say that the two weren't in collusion? When a chap like Spurlock jumped the traces, cherchez la femme, every time. She smiled mechanically at the audience, holding her violin limply, feeling the hot lights on her made-up face. If the boy did not love the girl, why the devil had he dragged her into this marriage? Spurlock was a bit shaky bodily, but his brain was functioning clearly; and, it might be added, swiftly—as the brain always acts when confronted by a perplexing riddle. Wood!" "Leave go!" thundered Blueskin—"leave go—you'd better!"—and he held the sack as firmly as he could with one hand, while with the other he searched for his knife. A momentary petrifaction, and terror had lent wings to her feet.
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