" "I fancied I heard voices," rejoined Sir Rowland. ’ Melusine’s eyes narrowed and she drew back. Girls erupted in waves of whispering as soon as she passed them by. CHAPTER VIII. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Brendon. However, if I've lost one servant, I've gained another, that's one comfort.
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