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There was a tearing sound as the canvas gave way, and the precious portrait ripped apart as the top of the Frenchman’s head came through it. As she came in this morning she saw that the lamp was still burning in the study; so she stopped at the door. ‘Jacques!’ He stopped, but he did not turn. She veiled her emotion by taking off his overcoat. Go in, go in, Melusine prayed, hoping desperately that he would not change his mind and take another route. ‘What?’ ‘Nothing,’ snapped Roding, with an odd look at his bride to be that Gerald could not interpret. ’ Melusine looked from his coarse red features to the pistol, and froze inside as she recognised his intention.
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