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Show Mystery Explained. He stood amid the blaze and spiers 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. con-vulsively. What, was this mystery. Was this the picture of his departed wife? No. Was it the portrait of his dead tut 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 hen's egg on his head? It was. |