She was glad when he went on: “I want to be your city of refuge from every sort of bother. ‘Say then, Jacques, you have followed him?’ she demanded of the blackgarbed footman. His eyes on Melusine, he uncocked the pistol, and then reached out to the portrait, grasping it by one edge. It had gone with the rest. " "Arrested!" exclaimed Trenchard, drawing his sword.
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