’ She saw the weapon wrenched from Emile’s hand and he dropped to the bench of the pew and sat there, grasping helplessly at the welling blood on his arm. Her life hangs upon a thread, and this may snap it. But this calm was more awful than the previous roaring of the blast. Thames unfolded the drawing, smoothed out its creases, and beheld a portrait of himself.
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