He was plainly attired in a riding-dress and boots of the period, and wore a hanger by his side. It was a dark mysterious place, and what it was used for no one exactly knew; but it was called by those who had seen it the Well Hole. Sheppard, anxiously. ‘The credentials, milor’,’ he ventured. ’ Impatience overtook Melusine’s resolve momentarily. She longed to allow him to kiss her again, to touch her again.
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