‘No one is here, Melusine, except you and I. Only a few, but enough for me to understand that some act had driven you to this part of the world, where the hunted hide. "Who isn't it like?" he asked, endeavouring to gain possession of the drawing, which, af the sound of his footstep, she crushed between her fingers.
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