‘But a spy I am not. ’ Melusine fought down the raw emotion that threatened to overwhelm her and drew a steadying breath. ’ He bowed slightly, and indicated the house behind them with a wave of his hand. The pavement had been hastily picked up, and heaped across the end of the street, upon which planks, barrels, and other barricades, were laid. Because here was the haven for which she had been blindly groping: the positive abolition of all her father's rights in her—the right to drag her back.
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