My death, probably. Yon must be mine to-night. There was a tearing sound as the canvas gave way, and the precious portrait ripped apart as the top of the Frenchman’s head came through it. He, next cautiously tried the door, but found it fastened inside. " He departed, musing. As she danced there was in her ears the faded echo of wooden tom-toms.
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