It doesn’t seem to matter. "Do you see any likeness?" "Don't I," returned Jack, bitterly. ’ *** In the cosy little parlour that Pottiswick rarely used, Melusine paced restlessly to and fro. It was a great weight from her shoulders to confide in another human being, and she suspected he did truly believe her. ’ Such simple faith touched Gerald. He turned to observe what this object was that had so unexpectedly diverted the young man's attention.
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