Cathy stood in the bedroom hallway in her faded blue bathrobe. ‘Now then, my girl, why the long face?’ Melusine had no hesitation in placing her trouble before her old nurse, for it was Martha who had made her aware of her true history. If the boy had done anything wrong back there in the States, his would be the brand of conscience to pay him out in full. The owner of this dress had a broad weather-beaten face, small twinkling eyes, and a bushy, grizzled beard. Presently the odour of burnt powder mingled agreeably with that of the incense.
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