There was a tearing sound as the canvas gave way, and the precious portrait ripped apart as the top of the Frenchman’s head came through it. Painting is only one slender branch of the great tree. . ’ He added, as alarm spread over the lad’s face, ‘Don’t concern yourself. ’ Gosse’s eyes went to the portrait, and evidently took in the uncanny resemblance, looking from it to Melusine and back again. At this juncture, Sir Cecil and his followers appeared at the threshold. ‘And now, monsieur le major—’ ‘I will see you to the door,’ Gerald said, looking with interest at the building that his observant groom had told him housed a small collection of nuns. While he was thus standing, the flames of his house, which made the whole street as light as day, and ruddily illumined the faces of the mob below, betrayed him to them, and he was speedily driven from his position by a shower of stones and other missiles. It must have been impossible to see me through that much rain. I’m not discussing Shakespeare.
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