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He wriggled underneath her heaving body, pinned like an insect. 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. But not a word to him of Lady Trafford's absence—mind that. Melusine had confessed this morning, that she had borrowed his horse, that Jack had met with his accident through her fault. He's a cutie.
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