“You and Anna,” she said, “seem to have stumbled upon a mare’s nest. She had to resist an impulse of sheer terror, to run out after them and give in. ’ ‘What matters it?’ cried Melusine impatiently. They were silent and no longer observant, being more or less exhausted by the tedious action of the chairs. Her tone was hoarse with passion.
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