Michelle's home was one of the smaller palaces, made solidly of red brick with charming black shutters and window boxes full of drooping violets. As they entered the room beyond, a fierce growl was heard. Mrs. “I’ve never been prone to them. You look like a movie star. ’ Melusine fought down the raw emotion that threatened to overwhelm her and drew a steadying breath. He fancied that the whole fabric of the bridge was cracking over head,—that the arch was tumbling upon him,—that the torrent was swelling around him, whirling him off, and about to bury him in the deafening abyss.
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