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Chapter 34

           Thatlargeturquoiseinadiamondsettingwasamarriage-giftfromaduchess—thatopalherfathergaveher—thelustrouscircleofsapphiresandbrilliantssurmountingherwedding-ringwasmygift—thatrubyIseemedtoknow——well,well!whatamassofsparklingvaluewastedonsuchfragileclay!Ipeeredintoherface—thenatthereflectionofthatfaceinthemirror—andagainIgrewperplexed—wasit,coulditbeSibylafterall?Sibylwasbeautiful—thisdeadthinghadadevilishsmileonitsblue,partedlips,andfrenziedhorrorinitseyes!Suddenlysomethingtenseinmybrainseemedtosnapandgiveway—droppingthechillfingersIheld,Icriedaloud—

           "Mavis!MavisClare!"

           Inamomentshewaswithme—inaglanceshecomprehendedall.Fallingonherkneesbythedeadwomanshebrokeintoapassionofweeping.

           "Oh,poorgirl!"shecried—"Oh,poor,unhappy,misguidedgirl!"

           Istaredathergloomily.Itseemedtomeverystrangethatsheshouldweepforsorrowsnotherown.

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