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The face of Mabel Anson, my new-found friend and idyll, had in that instant changed. Her countenance was pale as death, while the hand holding the small pencil trembled.
"Whence did you obtain this? " she demanded in an awe-stricken tone, which showed plainly that she recognised it. She held her breath in expectancy.