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IN the gallery stood Phyllys, gazing at a vacant space once occupied by an ancestral portrait. She knew the spot, though during a former visit her attention had not been drawn to it. Colin, under pressure of modelling, had failed to take her round. Then had come her summons home, with the discovery that the picture had vanished.
She hardly wondered that the loss had not been more quickly found out. The oak-panelled wall was so dark, the pictures around so resembled it in tint, the corner itself was so much in shade,-that the disappearance might easily go unnoticed. As she thus cogitated, a step made her turn.