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"You," answered Jack, abruptly. Mr. There were neither texts nor
rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel
engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks. A little smothered cry broke from her lips—the
curtains were thrown aside and a man stepped out. I will do all this not because I love you, but—because you are Anna’s sister. And when you reflect how much at heart your poor mother, whose
loss we must ever deplore, had our union, you will, I am persuaded, no longer
refuse me. ”
“Certainly,” Mrs.
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