’ ‘Eh bien, you are not a saint,’ Melusine snapped. Sheppard, with a laugh that cut the ears of those who listened to it like a razor,—"Do not despair! And who or what shall give me comfort when my son is gone? I have wept till my eyes are dry,—suffered till my heart is broken,—prayed till the voice of prayer is dumb,—and all of no avail. She could run away from him, if she wished, as she had run away from her father; she could carry out the original adventure. "What is it you want?" she asked, as she held out the coat.
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