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‘As to Gérard, I do not know why he does this. ” Annabel shook her head. He uttered a short laugh. Melusine sighed with relief at being alone at last and free to resume her search among the portraits. Quick, now. " "No—no," laughed Jack. No; she'd never go back. I'll keep it for your sake. It was a large, littered, self-forgetful apartment, decorated with unframed charcoal sketches by various incipient masters; and an open bookcase, surmounted by plaster casts and the half of a human skull, displayed an odd miscellany of books—Shaw and Swinburne, Tom Jones, Fabian Essays, Pope and Dumas, cheek by jowl. Oh, what’s his name? It’s on the tip of my tongue.
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