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Sheppard let fall her basket. Her courage and her presence of mind had alike deserted her. “Thank you,” he said, “for letting me back. Then he was surrounded by black-clad nuns, and Melusine felt an unknown hand grab away her own sword. Montressor’s guests. "That we were afraid," replied the other; "but never mind her. What is it? Good God!” An unhappy little smile parted her lips.
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