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’ Chapter Six Creeping along the dark narrow passage, with lantern held well ahead to keep her step steady on the uneven stones—and to warn her of the advent of rats— Melusine kept her long petticoats fastidiously clear of the dirt with an efficient hand, a habit she had learned in the convent. The washerwoman reported that she had seen a man one day riding out for an early morning hunt, but was unsure of his identity. “You heard no pistol-shot?” “None. Terence, meanwhile, who had followed him, did not remain silent, but recapitulated his story, for the benefit of Mrs. "That's for Mrs. ” “So much the better,” Anna declared cheerfully. "However, I'll refresh your memory. Sheppard let fall her basket. 155 The ringing doorbell jarred her from her stupor.
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