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“Thank you,” he said, “for letting me back. For the first time that day, she was finally able to look into his face. A little within stood a second door, or rather wicket, lower than the first, but of equal strength, and surmounted by a row of sharp spikes. ‘Pardon, mademoiselle, but perhaps your father went to England, after all, and —’ ‘My father went to Italy,’ interrupted Melusine, her heart tightening with the familiar sensation of loss. Idleness is the key of beggary, Jack. "No; but I shall, before he retires to rest.
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