Dear me, what a difference it has made! No one would ever think that we were sisters. She saw her mother, her pale face, a woman in a white robe, calling to her from a sun drenched balcony. This employment seemed to afford him the highest satisfaction; for a diabolical grin—it cannot be called a smile—played upon his face all the time he was engaged in it. Presently he began to weave a tale, sorry enough, with all the ancient claptraps and rusted platitudes. He looked fiercely and inquiringly from one to the other of his companions; but, though both of them were excessively frightened, neither appeared guilty.
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