“I can’t imagine, Miss Pellissier,” Brendon said, leaning towards her, “whatever made you think of coming to stay if only for a week at a Montague Street boarding-house. Shocked, Melusine shot out of that blanketing warmth of sensation. He squinted and a disgusted look came over him. His mind was filled briefly with psychic images of a charnel house that danced like a spider in his head. Until he felt a sharpness digging into his coat at the point of his heart. That capitaine has arranged it all. There was no light in the room; but, notwithstanding this, the young man did not fail to detect the buxom figure of Mrs.
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