Left to himself, he took a survey of the room, and his heart leaped as he beheld over the, chimney-piece, a portrait of himself. "Woman, your wits are fled!" And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly, "I can't find the key. Be silent, I say, if you value his safety. “If you attempted such a thing it would be in order that I should smack you hard with the palm of my hand upon the cheek.
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