She knew, or guessed his mission too, for more than once their eyes met, and she laughed mockingly at him. ‘It is not for myself, you understand,’ pursued the man, in an unctuous tone that sickened the general, ‘but for this poor one. “I want to inquire,” said Ann Veronica. Nothing could have been farther from Melusine’s mind. It seems to me just talk; it seems to me like the fancy of a dream. The thief-taker's throat was bound up with thick folds of linen, and his face had a ghastly and cadaverous look, which communicated an undefinable and horrible expression to his glances.
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