Every now and then she fingered an ornament, moved a piece of furniture, or rearranged some draperies. ’ ‘You see,’ Melusine explained between mouthfuls of food, ‘poor Marthe had promised to my father that she will say nothing. The clouds were nearly black with rain, threatening to spill sleet in daggers and torrents.
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