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Gazing into each other's eyes with new-found rapture, neither observed the sudden appearance in the doorway of an elderly woman in travel-stained linen. In this screen, which masked the entrance of a dark passage communicating with the Condemned Hold, about five feet from the ground, was a hatch, protected by long spikes set six inches apart, and each of the thickness of an elephant's tusk. He was afraid if he stayed that he would make a fool of himself. At the open door stood a young man in a rich garb with a mask on his face, who was encouraging the mob by words and gestures. Melusine dashed them away, but they kept on coming. "How?" cried her brother, starting.
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