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She would stare if she knew the full sum of Melusine’s activities. Young and old were dressed in their gayest apparel; and it was evident from the smiles that lighted up every countenance, from the roguish looks of the younger swains, and the demure expression of several pretty rustic maidens, that a ceremony, which never fails to interest all classes,—a wedding,—was about to take place. He took her hand in his, raising it closer, and gently touched the maltreated skin. Melusine was unable to repulse him—even had she tried.
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