‘It is nothing at all of the kind. What the devil is her name, now we know she isn’t you?’ ‘Yolande,’ supplied Melusine. Around her neck was a little gold chain. Everything was fresh and bright, from the kindly manners of the Frutigen cobbler, who hammered mountain nails into her boots, to the unfamiliar wild flowers that spangled the wayside. . Only I wish—I wish to-day I was a thousand times, ten thousand times more beautiful.
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