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Automatically, she glanced at the slight red graze left on her neck that marked the point where Gerald’s sword had nicked her. Though nearly dark, there was still light enough left to enable him to discern surrounding objects. Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. Melusine could not wish either to know how their kindness served only to emphasise the lack in her life ensuing from Gerald’s continued absence. The reddish-haired young man contributed allusions to the Hegelian philosophy that momentarily confused the discussion. "Out of a family album, you said," Angelina reminded her sister. . What a contrast did the lovely scene she now gazed upon present to the squalid neighbourhood she had recently quitted! On all sides, expanded prospects of country the most exquisite and most varied. Mac—the old gossip—knew about everything going on in that part of the world; and if Enschede was anything up to the picture the girl had drawn, McClintock would have heard of him, naturally.
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