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Sharples received them at the threshold, and holding his lantern towards the prisoners to acquaint himself with their features, nodded to Quilt, between whom and himself some secret understanding seemed to subsist, and then closed and barred the door. As if it were she, and not Melusine, who had been hurt by the imposters. The distinction lay chiefly in the right to pat their heads. Knew something was up. He advanced a step towards her.
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