” He laughed. "Farewell for ever," said Jack, extending his hand to Mrs. He unlocked himself from her embrace. “Why do you hate me again, my love?” He seemed to brighten, feeding upon the intensity of her emotion. There were neither texts nor rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks. White became conscious of a distinct sense of uneasiness, and showed it in her face.
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