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There was a gentle rustling of skirts. During the narration Jack's features lighted up, and an expression, which would have been in vain looked for in repose, was instantly caught and depicted by the skilful artist. Her hand grasped it firmly, and she pushed herself forward. Ann Veronica’s tense nerves started, and she stood still with her eyes upon him, wondering what it might be that impended. "Took a great fancy to you. One point in her narrative stood out beyond all others. That is what I don't understand. Vitally, she had the letter that proved her identity as a Charvill: the one her father had written to the Abbess when he sent her to the convent. Both advanced towards it, when, by the light of the lantern, Wood beheld, in the countenance of the stranger, the well-remembered and stern features of Rowland. The entire city seemed to exist for beauty and art alone. At last in a street near the Hampstead Road she hit upon a room that had an exceptional quality of space and order, and a tall woman with a kindly face to show it. And now take away those cards, and never let me see them again. The only occasional presence other than a skeleton crew of servants was Sebastianus, who occasionally joined Gianfrancesco in the hunt for stag, rabbit, or quail, and then went away for another fortnight. From this peaceful scene Jack's eye fell upon Jonathan, who, seated upon the stile, under the shade of an elder tree, was evidently watching him. This man has an evil reputation.

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