There was a lapse of time, an interval of blackness; then he found his hand in hers and she was leading him at a run up the side of the mountain. Ah Cum patrolled the length of the boat innumerable times, but never letting his glance stray far from the gangplank. What was it in her heart or mind or soul that went out to this man? Music—was that it? Was he powerless to stir her without the gift? But hadn't he fascinated her by his talk, gentle and winning? Ah, but that had been after he had played for her. ‘One of they Frenchies, that’s what I say—if it ain’t a ghost. F. ’ Melusine remembered a thin man of sour aspect, living—like her father and his wife Suzanne—off the vicomte’s bounty. You are my slave—and such you shall continue.
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