‘Melusine, if you don’t let go my hand—’ He broke off as she dragged a pocket handkerchief from her sleeve. It was a queer little bed-sitting-room almost in the roof, with a partition right across it. I didn’t understand. "I believe he's gone," he said, returning to Jonathan.
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