There was a tearing sound as the canvas gave way, and the precious portrait ripped apart as the top of the Frenchman’s head came through it. " At the sound of his voice every vestige of colour fled from Winifred's cheeks, and the work upon which she was engaged fell from her hand. Never had her father explained. "You are my prisoner, Jack. . "Certainly not," replied Gay. But whither The Tigress was bound or who the owner was lay beyond the reach of Ah Cum's deductions. ‘Jacques?’ she called out, forgetting the need for silence. She had left for ever the cage, the galling leash: she was free.
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