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’ Chapter Six Creeping along the dark narrow passage, with lantern held well ahead to keep her step steady on the uneven stones—and to warn her of the advent of rats— Melusine kept her long petticoats fastidiously clear of the dirt with an efficient hand, a habit she had learned in the convent. She was her mother’s child, fair of face, doted upon and spoiled by her attentions. Peste, where was her handkerchief? She remembered then that it had been lost in the struggle with Gerald. Lucy trudged upstairs behind 258 him and he put his hand on her shoulder and said, “I’m sorry about this evening. The destroying angel hurried by, shrouded in his gloomiest apparel. It was hard to part with romance, but she had never thirsted so keenly to go on with her University work in her life as she did that day.
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