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"Not the sort of stories young ladies should read. There used to be an after deckhouse and a shallow well for the wheel; but I changed that. Figg," said Jack. ’ ‘Comment? How will it serve you to kill me?’ ‘I do not need to kill you. He was standing by, rating her ladyship,—who can scarcely stir from the sofa,—while I was packing up her jewels in the case, and I observed that she tried to hide a small casket from him. It had been brighter than the rest, for dawn light had come in through high unshuttered casements above the bookshelves. She drank and drank until his body was a lifeless husk, as light as a mannequin, virtually hollow of all but the fluid in his bones. Then Gosse spoke again, answering the question in her mind. "Strange!" observed the Master; "I thought he'd been at my elbow all this time. It was a charming sight to watch the motions of her tiny fingers as she pursued her task; and though the posture she adopted was not the most favourable that might have been chosen for the display of her sylphlike figure, there was something in her attitude, and the glow of her countenance, lighted up by the mellow radiance of the setting sun falling upon her through the panes of the little dormer-window, that seemed to the youth inexpressibly beautiful. Kneebone, who began to feel sleepy, wound it up, and snuffed the candles. She was looking about her, and her face was dark with anger.
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