“Good-bye,” he said earnestly. ” “What?” “That’s the devil of it!” “Devil of what?. The Old Mint. It was a copy of the pencil sketch taken of him nine years ago by Winifred, and awakened a thousand tender recollections. Melusine, used to the stark surroundings of the convent at Blaye, had no complaint to make.
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