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"I see what's worrying you Clear your mind I would not marry the

richest, handsomest woman in all the world, Thomas There's a dead

heart inside of et rid of that valet"

"Why?"--quickly

"He's too bally soft on his feet toI don't like hi all about her

hunger Not a word about her sapphires, though Did she see but the

surface of things? Was there so deeper?

She stole back up-stairs As she reached the upper landing, some one

brushed past her, swiftly, noiselessly With the rush of air which

followed the prowler's wake came a peculiar sickish odor She waited

for a while But there was no sound in all the great house