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Show Mystery Explained. He stood amid the blaze and splendor splen-dor of his magnificent mansion, and in his hand he held the portrait of a beautiful woman. His face was pale and haggard, and his lips moved convulsively.- ' What was this mystery. Was this the picture of his departed wife? No. Was it the portrait of his dead but dearly remembered daughter. No. What, then, was the cause of his haggard face? Was it not the same portrait that two minutes ago had fallen from Its nail, and raised a lump as big' as a hen's egg on his head? It was. |