But you——” Something seemed to catch his breath. ” She eyed him scornfully. Nor as I’ve to put up with a French spy in my parlour—’ ‘Peste, how you talk,’ interrupted Melusine impatiently, barely taking in his complaints. "Whose grave is this?" he inquired of a man who was standing near it. It wasn’t. But that possibility had been anticipated. ‘Tell me what you know of Miss Charvill?’ he ordered severely. The funeral procession had now approached the grave, around which many of the congregation, who were deeply interested by the sad ceremonial, had gathered. Well, my dear, it is time you stopped wallowing in your sorrows like a common wretch.
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