’ Grasping the lantern, and heedless now of the discomforts of the passage, Melusine flew like the wind back towards the library, the vision of Jack Kimble’s white face driving her on. “I was frightened then,” she declared. Flinging her back against it, she put her hands out, barring his way. " "Your own was equally so," said Jackson ironically. . Then he was surrounded by black-clad nuns, and Melusine felt an unknown hand grab away her own sword. "What motive have you for concealment?" he demanded. "And, oh! forgive me, though I can never forgive myself, for the misery I have caused you. ’ ‘No, you are a gentleman,’ she agreed. "But this is good enough to travel in, isn't it?" "To be sure it is.
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