As if it were she, and not Melusine, who had been hurt by the imposters. From time to time she would come upon a line of singular beauty or a paragraph full of haunting music; and these would send her rushing on for something that never happened. His perseverance was amply rewarded. "Where am I?" she cried, passing her hand across her brow. ’ ‘I see now how it was that Marthe knew of the secret passage,’ Melusine said. Unmindful of the terrors of the night, unscared by the danger that threatened him, Rowland consigned his sister's husband and his sister's child to the waves. Why, then, did he touch it? As he climbed heavily into his chair, she was able to note the little beads of sweat under the cracked nether lip. It was Annabel’s.
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