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Let us be friends—as near and close as friends can be. CHAPTER XXIII. But after the first shock came a warm glow of relief. The music confused and distracted her, and made her struggle against a feeling of intoxication. She was recalling the circumstances under which she had engaged herself to Manning, and trying to understand a curious development of the quality of this relationship. Her mother brewed potions to scent her hair, sweet balms of anise for her lips and hands, told her wonderful secrets, some decidedly un-Christian. "Well—well," grumbled Jonathan, "I suppose I must be content. It was ten feet long, a relic. At this moment, Blueskin appeared with the lamp, and revealed a horrible spectacle,—the floor deluged with blood,—various articles of furniture upset,—papers scattered about,—the murdered man's cloak, trampled upon, and smeared with gore,—his hat, crushed and similarly stained,—his sword,—the ensanguined cloth,—with several other ghastly evidences of the slaughterous deed. By and by—as the paroxysm subsided and he became motionless—she stole back to the bungalow to wait.
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