She dropped the locket into its sweet hiding place. The Times slipped from his fingers. Though it’s very kind of you. She gloried in it: he needed her. There was no mistaking his intentions this time. "Whose house do you want, master?" said the man, touching his hat. ’ Melusine shrugged, and crossed to the plain door beside which hung a bell.
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