’ ‘Was it yours?’ Insulted beyond bearing, Melusine lost her temper. And, come what will, I'll balk him of the satisfaction of hanging me. CHAPTER XIII. She had never experienced anything so disagreeable in her life as the sense of being held helplessly off her feet. ‘I’ll make it, miss. Don’t be frightened, dear.
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