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Wood. He was fast rising to an eminence that no one of his nefarious profession ever reached before him, nor, it is to be hoped, will ever reach again. “May I ask whether you are staying with friends in town?” he inquired deferentially. ‘Do you think I could endure to hear you prattling your abominable French in my ear day by day? Enough to drive me straight into my grave. Then a surge of rage welled up. I am wondering whether it would not be better to tell your husband everything. Better come another morning. “Oh, much better. The vestry was perhaps the only room in the place, except her allotted curtained off portion of the dormitory chamber that served for her cell—and she could not scandalise the nuns by having a man in there, be he never so much a servant—where Melusine could be sure of privacy. He began a jerky, broken conversation that lasted until they reached the station, and left her puzzled at its drift and meaning. Then she looked up the sweep of pine-trees to the towering sunlit cliffs and the high heaven above and then back to his face.
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