‘No sense in snooping about down here,’ Gerald whispered. Catch him, she begged silently. An iron fillet secured the socket of the bolt and the box of the lock to the main post of the doorway. Melusine, used to the stark surroundings of the convent at Blaye, had no complaint to make.
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