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I am called Melusine. "What poet was that?" "Stevenson. Have you not tired of sadness and pain?” 81 She thought she could hear tears in his voice but would not look at him. "You'll pardon an old woman, Miss Enschede," said Sister Prudence; "but where in this world did you get that dress?" Ruth picked up both sides of the skirt and spread it, looking down. “That,” she answered, “is far easier to believe. Listening attentively, he fancied he heard the breathing of some one near him, and moved cautiously in the opposite direction. “There are policemen—and buses.
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