The age of this individual could not be more than twenty-one; his figure was tall, robust, and gracefully proportioned; and his clear gray eye and open countenance bespoke a frank, generous, and resolute nature. He knew she would be there, practicing alone in 118. He was a tall man and fair, with bluish eyes that were rather protuberant, and long white hands of which he made a display. The cloth was removed, and Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk —put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now be fairly termed—to their own conversation. Hanging on the wall was a temple censer, bronze, moulded in the shape of a lotus blossom with stem and leaves—deadly as a club. He and her father shook hands manfully. 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. "I'm armed; you are not. “I’m sorry! Mary! Are you hurt?” “No. ‘Is she the Frenchie we’ve been watching for then, sir?’ The lady’s furious features turned on this new target.
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