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Sebastian rose from
the tomb. "Our worthy friend was going to observe, Ma'am, that we never fail in our
devotion to the fair sex," said Mr. 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. But he was wide awake. We are alone, Sir Rowland," he added, snuffing the candles, glancing
cautiously around, and lowering his tone, "and what you confide to me shall
never transpire,—at least to your disadvantage. But a woman’s life is all chance. ‘Not where we’re going.
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