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) He hesitated. And, with a glance of malignant exultation, he quitted the vault, and locked the door. Her figure, though slight, had all the fulness of health; and her complexion—still pale, but without its former sickly cast,—contrasted agreeably, by its extreme fairness, with the dark brows and darker lashes that shaded eyes which, if they had lost some of their original brilliancy, had gained infinitely more in the soft and chastened lustre that replaced it. Mr Jarvis’s sister, that was. They sat down in a covered pavilion that housed a grimy picnic table and a dingy fire pit. He gave you a poison. “You have dyed your hair and darkened your eyebrows. But here I am to draw upon. Wood had been my father, as well as yours.
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