They were
both conscious, however, that something had intervened between them. She exhaled, feeling the tension drain
from her shoulders and arms. Clotilde’s stunning green eyes were reflected in
the gazes of the tender young children, but their faces had
been hollow and sunken, their hair matted, and their
clothing in bad need of repair. Sheppard, with a deep sigh,
perceiving that her benefactor hesitated to pronounce the word. "So, you're admiring my cabinet, Sir Rowland," he remarked, with a sinister
smile; "it is generally admired; and, sometimes by parties who afterwards
contribute to the collection themselves,—ha! ha! This skull," he added, pointing
to a fragment of mortality in the case beside them, "once belonged to Tom
Sheppard, the father of the lad I spoke of just now. And then, as she stood
there, with the fragments of the torn canvas at her feet, some even caught upon
her skirt, the door was thrown open, and a girl entered humming a light tune. I have the right also to throw you
out.
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