"My portrait!" echoed Jack. "My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. ’ Departed? ‘Tchah! I suppose the vicomte threw him out?’ Watching the fellow’s face, Everett felt his suspicion growing. " "And what should a young man like this one have to forget?" Prudence demanded to know. ” “I don’t see why I shouldn’t. He might solve the riddle. The tables were then cleared.
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