“Poor Lucy!” Cathy exclaimed as she rushed in the door, umbrella sheathed. The whole force of the constables, jailers and others was required to keep the crowd out of the Hall. ’ Chapter Twelve In the elegantly appointed blue saloon, Melusine sat disconsolate, gazing out of the window at the dull sky. But did Gerald trouble himself about her? No.
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