" And, having partaken of a hasty breakfast, he set out. Presently he resumed: “I believe I must be in love. Drenched to the skin,—in fact, he had been lying in a bed of muddy water,—and chilled to the very bone, he felt so stiff, that he could scarcely move. After all a thousand pounds is a trifle to rid you of an upstart, who may chance to deprive you of tens of thousands. When she judged that she must be nearly back at the library, she began to feel somewhat dispirited. Again he played for her; and again the eruption of the strange senses that lay hidden in her soul. You can’t do without an agent, and there’s no one can run you better than I can. And the sergeant, having carried out all Melusine’s instructions as if they had come out of his own head, went up to check on his patient, apparently at last convinced that his prisoner would not attempt to run away. From the further end of the apartment came the low music of a violin. I’ll mention it. "He must have gone this way," muttered Blueskin. 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.
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