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In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. “TROUSERS!” she whispered. Even were she to get an opportunity to scream, it would be some time before such a call, unprecedented though it might be, brought the nuns so much out of their absorption that they interrupted their prayer to investigate. He appeared to be strangely uncommunicative, though I tried to draw him out. My father has made every possible inquiry, and offered large rewards; but has not been able to discover the slightest trace of him.
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