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The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. The place was gloomy, with its darkly panelled walls, but it was sparsely furnished. CHAPTER XXIII. “Father,” she cried, “I have to live!” He misunderstood her. A rare moment of amusement lightened Melusine’s mood for a moment. ’ She put in her request for this requirement immediately on returning to the little parlour downstairs, and instantly fell foul of Captain Roding again. One cannot trust any man at all.
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