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’ There was satisfaction in Melusine’s voice. She was her mother’s child, fair of face, doted upon and spoiled by her attentions. “But was it wise to sing to-night?” “Why not? The man was nothing to me. She doubted how she stood toward him and what the restrained gleam of his face might signify. Gosse had to release his clamp on her mouth, for the awkwardness of the position made it impossible to negotiate the little stair.
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