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’ ‘Why should I?’ ‘Because I can’t live without you!’ ‘That is your own affair, and—’ Melusine broke off, staring at him, shocked realisation kicking in her gut. He was never known to err, and was as much dreaded as the jailfever in consequence. At this moment, Blueskin appeared with the lamp, and revealed a horrible spectacle,—the floor deluged with blood,—various articles of furniture upset,—papers scattered about,—the murdered man's cloak, trampled upon, and smeared with gore,—his hat, crushed and similarly stained,—his sword,—the ensanguined cloth,—with several other ghastly evidences of the slaughterous deed. "Mother!" she echoed,—"mother! why do you call me by that name?" "Because you are my mother. A bad sign; it signified that the heart action was in a precarious state. He was certain that those lips of hers had never known the natural and pardonable simper of youth. She was, she guessed, close to the library. If you want advice, your aunt is the person.
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