’ ‘I do not care any more about the portrait,’ Melusine said, opening the door to the attic corridor that gave off onto the row of little rooms that served as private cells for the senior nuns. ’ The breathy laugh came, and Madame Valade abandoned her fan. But never had the hand touched her with a father's caress; never had he taken her into his arms; never had he kissed her. Left to himself, he took a survey of the room, and his heart leaped as he beheld over the, chimney-piece, a portrait of himself. And Lady Trafford having been carried down stairs, and placed within it, the postboy drove off, at a rapid pace for Barnet. Then she sat down—uninvited— and looked from one to the other curiously. " "Have you seen him?" asked Trenchard. Another instance was that of Toby Tanner—" "No more of this," interrupted Trenchard; "where is the boy?" "Not far hence," replied Wild. ” He stared at a little eddy.
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