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’ ‘Eh?’ Almost Melusine betrayed herself at his startled look. By rights I ought to have arrested her days ago. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. Something softened in Melusine’s chest. A delicate flush of colour streamed into her cheeks. Lost me place, that’s all. ’ ‘You wouldn’t,’ agreed Mrs Sindlesham.
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