His hat was placed upon one pole, his wig on another. While he thus vented his rage, the door again opened, and Quilt Arnold rushed into the room, bleeding, and half-dressed. ‘First I must see Jacques, and—’ ‘No need for that,’ intervened Roding, grasping her arm and trying to drag her to the door. Melusine turned and turned, unable to imagine just where the secret door could be.
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