It was instantly answered by the deep note of St. "I haven't offended you?"—not contritely but curiously. “Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. A rare moment of amusement lightened Melusine’s mood for a moment. Winifred Wood was now in her twentieth year.
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