"I am innocent, f have stolen nothing. All that he had sown that afternoon with such infinite care was as nothing compared to this seed, cast without forethought. ’ ‘So this is the way you serve me,’ exclaimed Melusine, her quick temper flaring as she jumped up, slammed her hands on the desk and leaned towards him over it. Unexpectedly he found himself speeding toward the father. It was the very spot from which his poor mother had gazed after her vain attempt to rescue him at the Mint; but, though he was ignorant of this, her image was alone present to him. Sydney was strumming over a new song which stood upon the piano.
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