Ah! what's that?" he exclaimed, as some one brushed hastily past him. Then she stepped back into the empty room and stood for a moment looking down upon the scattered fragments of her last canvas. Her fingers passed over a cunningly wrought surface of wood, with just the correct amount of protrusion, the precise colours of dyed leather, and cleverly gilded surfaces and neatly painted lettering. She would not look at him, would not think of him; when her mind wavered, then she muttered to herself in the darkness so as to keep hold of her generalizations. Give me my pistol and my dagger.
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