“Let me see,” she said to herself, trying to control a slight sinking of the heart, “I am going to take a room in a lodging-house because that is cheaper. It is nothing at all for you to worry about. "My portrait!" echoed Jack. Spurling in alarm. Only her face was clear, frail and delicate, almost flower-like, with the sad haunting eyes ever watching his. Wild's figure. Gosse had moved forward, his pistol arm out straight, his aim true, the gun cocked.
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