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Like one in a dream I heard the doctor's footstep recede down the stairs and heard the yard door close dully on him as he left the house. In my suffering soul I felt one cruel shaft rankling, and for the rest only a vague sense of loss hung like a cloud over all my faculties.
I had no doubt of the truth of the evil creature's words. Not otherwise could his knowledge and possession of the tattered portrait be accounted for. Now, too, Peggy's unaccountable terror at my discovery of her chaunting and gloating over her work on a certain afternoon recurred to me, and was confirmation irrefragable. The wretched old woman had had all the will and intention; but she was innocent of the deed.