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The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. “Well,” she admitted. The girl in the forward chair raised herself a little, the better to see the gorgeous blue palanquin of the dimly visible bride. How Jack Sheppard's Portrait was painted. ‘Come, cry a truce. Just.
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