“Aunt!” she said, “I can’t—” Then she caught a wild appeal in her aunt’s blue eye, halted, and the door clicked upon them. Annabel a murderess! It was not possible. “Don’t know me, eh? I like that. ‘Soldier of fortune. They flash to and fro, they thrill us with expectancy. The coffin was lowered into the grave, and the mourners departed. Nothing could have been farther from Melusine’s mind.
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