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‘If the boy had sense enough to send word to Gerald as he was told to do, then God be praised!’ ‘Parbleu,’ broke from Melusine, as she turned on him instead. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed. Curiosity to see what a sing-song girl was like took possession of Ruth's thoughts. Further on, there were impressions of bloody footsteps along the floor. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. Many other expedients occurred to her; but after making several ineffectual attempts to get into the Mint unobserved, they were all abandoned.
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