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’ ‘Yes, do so,’ rejoined Melusine enthusiastically. The white cloth was instantly dyed with crimson; but, regardless of this, Jonathan continued his murderous assault. A few yards further off something grey, inert, was lying, a huddled-up heap of humanity twisted into a strange unnatural shape. The fire still burned brightly. Had he been sick in the mind when he had done this damnable thing? It did not seem possible, for he could recall clearly all he had said and done; there were no blank spaces to give him one straw of excuse. No police officers or lurking storms were anywhere in sight. Then Courtlaw looked across at her with a white puzzled face.
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