That would be myself, or if she lived, Mary’s daughter. Hence!" "Mother! dear mother!" cried Jack, in a voice, the tones of which were altered by his very anxiety to make them distinct, "listen to me. A riding-habit is all I have seen. Here were the passionate lovers! What their past had been he neither cared nor craved to know. 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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