But at length, there was a click, and with a swish, the panel of painted books swung outward from the wall. “As my lady wills. ‘But this is not to my blame, grandpére. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. Nothing anyone could say or do would change him. "Well, I've seen many a gallant fellow in my time, Mr. Stanley, standing on the hearthrug with his back to the unlit gas-fire.
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