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“I think that you were inquiring for Mr. "What motive have you for concealment?" he demanded. He had not bothered to take off his raincoat and his umbrella sat dripping on his modern ice cube of a table. Evidently in the flower of his age, he was scarcely less remarkable for symmetry of person than for comeliness of feature; and, though his attire was plain and unpretending, it was such as could be worn only by one belonging to the higher ranks of society. ‘Lay him down on a sofa,’ Melusine said, coming out behind them and moving towards the antechamber. The necessity which had previously existed of leaving the ghastly evidence of the murderous deed undisturbed,—the presence of the mangled corpse,—the bustle of the inquest, at which her attendance was required,—all these circumstances produced a harrowing effect upon the young girl's imagination.
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