. ’ ‘It’s not that,’ the nun said urgently, ‘but I’ve remembered something important. But of what use to wear it when there was no one of importance to see and admire? ‘For shame, Melusine,’ protested Lucy, as the butler bowed himself out of the room. Opening her large black eyes, she fixed them upon him for a moment with a mixture of terror and loathing, and then averted her gaze. If Martha knew all, she would certainly die of shock. CHAPTER III.
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