’ Chapter Twelve In the elegantly appointed blue saloon, Melusine sat disconsolate, gazing out of the window at the dull sky. “That young man was giving a luncheon party to a dozen friends at the Café de Paris to-day. ‘But what will happen to Lucia? Are we to kill her?’ ‘Of course not. Why on earth couldn’t he leave her to grow in her own way? Her pride rose at the bare thought of return. I am used, you understand, to guard my secret. "But I soon shall be," returned Jack; "take these," he added, flinging the handcuffs against the wooden partition, "and wear 'em yourself. There was. Grasping it firmly with both hands, he quickly wrenched if from the stones in which it was mortised, and leapt to the ground.
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