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‘You cannot read my mind at all, monsieur. Don't be afraid—I won't hurt you. "Allow him that small grace," cried Wood. Think! Had you not better hurry back before Sir John discovers? You are his wife right enough. The Jew, who was paralysed by his companion's fate, offered no resistance, and was instantly seized. It would be very good to be Capes’ friend. Every now and then she fingered an ornament, moved a piece of furniture, or rearranged some draperies. ’ Her features broke apart in a laugh. Their conversation degenerated again and again into a strain of self-congratulation that would have irked an eavesdropper.
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