He knew she had been weeping. ’ ‘I have found Mary Remenham’s daughter,’ he repeated. Spurlock felt very well pleased with himself. ‘You’ll come with us and get yourself safe back home to your convent, understand?’ ‘But wait,’ begged Melusine, hanging back. I wonder. When the lad is fit to be moved, we’ll bring him home. Then to Martin's brandy-shop, in Fleet Street. Believe me, the bitterness of it has almost departed, crushed out of me together with much of the weariness and sorrow I brought with me here by the nameless glory of these lonely months. In a sense it alters nothing. I did so.
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