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Moving swiftly to the end of the corridor, he pushed
open a door at random and entered a large room, which looked to have been a
saloon, judging from the faded gilt and crimson wall-paper, a mirror above the
fireplace which was surrounded by an ornate gilded frame, now sadly tarnished,
and a worn Chippendale sofa with striped upholstery and tasselled cushions. He had an air of having told her a deep, personal secret. How could he have betrayed her
so cruelly? How could he lie and claim her as dead?
Sebastian studied her carefully as she refused to cry and
became like a pillar of stone. The eminent painter had handsome,
expressive features, an aquiline nose, and a good deal of dignity in his manner. "Let it pass.
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