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A black-garbed figure crept forward, noiselessly, towards Gosse’s back. We are alone and we can say and do what we please. He dragged it out, and perceiving, in spite of the decayed frame, that it was the body of Sir Rowland Trenchard, commanded his attendants to convey it up stairs—an order which was promptly obeyed. ‘You do not want to be a nun,’ he said now, and Melusine noted with a prick at her senses the irritation in his tone. News was sent back home, and in October, Marina traveled to Florence to live with her daughter again. And here he was first visited by that genius which, in his subsequent career, prompted him to so many bold and successful attempts.
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