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Charvill’s fury was burning out. She and I were very close. It had ceased to beat. God! I have cheated myself into a belief that the boy perished! And now my worst fears are realized —he lives!" "As yet," returned Jonathan, with fearful emphasis. Section 1. She sat very still, and his eyes rested on that ornament for a moment, and then travelled slowly to her wrist and the soft lines of her forearm. The real tragedy—which he sensed and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill. They had scarcely gained the adjoining cellar when Jonathan and the Jew rushed past in the direction of the vault.
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