Already she missed all of her fine things, her linens and leather bound books. She wondered who the girl might belong to as she patted dirt over the shallow grave. Dreams of adorable infants danced through her head as she cradled blankets in her arms. He spent a good deal more money and time than he could afford upon the little room at the top of the house, in producing new lapidary apparatus and new microscopic accessories and in rubbing down slices of rock to a transparent thinness and mounting them in a beautiful and dignified manner. Nothing could have been farther from Melusine’s mind. He turned to her and pinned her against the headrest with his kisses. She had not thought anything could equal her despair at that moment. From the freshness of the stains, which grew more frequent as they approached the adjoining chamber, it was evident some violence had been recently perpetrated, and the carpenter's own blood froze within his veins as he thought, with a thrill of horror, that, perhaps on this very spot, not many minutes before his arrival, his adopted son might have been inhumanly butchered. She had agonized over it for weeks.
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