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Martin came to the door, looking radiant and relieved. " "Stop!" interposed Edgeworth Bess; "Mr. A-L-I-V-A—Aliva—T-R-EN—Trencher that's it. By and by the tramp of horses' feet was heard slowly ascending Snow Hill, and presently a troop of grenadier guards rode into the area facing Newgate. Ramage’s bitterness passed as abruptly as his aggression. The easel and palette having been packed up, and the canvass carefully removed by Austin, the party took leave of the prisoner, who was so much abstracted that he scarcely noticed their departure. This—’ waving an imperious hand in a sweeping arc about the library ‘—is my house.
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