They sat face to face beneath an experienced-looking rucksack and a brand new portmanteau and a leather handbag, in the afternoon-boat train that goes from Charing Cross to Folkestone for Boulogne. I won't keep you long. 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. He hung precariously on the ragged edge, but he hung there. By this time, she had so far succeeded in calming herself, that she answered the greetings of the neighbours whom she encountered on her way to the sacred edifice—if sorrowfully, still composedly. My dear! we’ve had so many moments! I used to go over the times we’d had together, the things we’d said—like a rosary of beads. His wife's portrait had been removed from the walls, and the place it had occupied was only to be known by the cord by which it had been suspended. He took his seat at the table, but leaned forward to address her. “I do not understand. .
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