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To his intense satisfaction, Melusine bit her lip on a tremor. "You can no longer refuse to tell me the name of this youth's father, Aliva," he said. “I wonder—I wonder if we shall ever get like that. She has also been afflicted with occasional returns of her terrible malady. I fancy that Sir John does not approve of me. "And now," she added, with somewhat more composure, "leave me, dear friends, I entreat, for a few minutes to collect my scattered thoughts—to prepare myself for what I have to go through—to pray for my son. "What are you waiting for?" asked Jack, impatiently. What in the world was the wench up to now? For it must be she.
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