“We don’t pretend. ‘Leonardo again,’ he growled. He growled in his throat and, thrusting his coat open, revealed his own buckled sword-belt. "He's dead," exclaimed Austin. “Miss Pellissier,” he said, “don’t!” “Why not?” she asked, smiling. But I have not done so, and will not. Melusine—the real Melusine—would never have made such a stupid mistake. Wet as he was, he felt if he lay down in the grass, he should perish with cold; while, if he sought a night's lodging in any asylum, his dress, stained with blood and covered with dirt, would infallibly cause him to be secured and delivered into the hands of justice. It did seem in so many ways exactly what Ramage said it was—the sensible thing to do.
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