It was wrenched away from Melusine’s clutching hands. "We'll give them the slip yet, and hang that butcherly thief-taker upon his own gibbet. Melusine was unable to repulse him—even had she tried. And, anyhow, it doesn’t matter to us. Your second turn is not over, is it?” She laughed a little hardly. He embraced her like her father once had. " At the mention of the latter occurrence, a dark cloud gathered upon the stranger's brow. As she drew off her skirt she felt something in the pocket, and remembered the letter which the commissionaire at the Carlton had given her.
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