’ 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. “For one thing, Anna,” she remarked, “we had not the slightest idea that you had left, or were leaving Paris. This time there wasn't any doubt. "But I appeal to you, Sir James, whether it isn't extraordinary that so very slight a person should be such a desperate robber as he is represented—so young, too, for such an old offender. But her mind was ruffled, and its mirror-like surface of satisfaction was not easily restored. God, how old are they now? They must be teenagers. The comparisons upon which she could draw were few and confusingly new, mixed with reality and the loose artistic conceptions of heroes in fiction.
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