Wood's bed-chamber—it was locked, with the key left in it. Away up on the hillside was the little country railway station. " "A miniature! Of whom?" "That I can't say," replied Jack, mysteriously. Taking hold of the hilt of his own foil, he drew it forth. His shoulders were bent, his face was furrowed with wrinkles. Alas! that the punishment of his offences should fall on her head. Melusine dashed them away, but they kept on coming. The terror faded from her eyes.
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