Melusine turned and turned, unable to imagine just where the secret door could be. It was a spring-tide at half ebb; and the current, which was running fast and furiously, bore him instantly away. Wasn’t easy, I can tell you. She did not want particularly to know what had caused his agony, what had driven him back to the old coat. "Won't you take these?" For a space he merely stared at her, perhaps wondering if she were real. His mother used to live i' this village, just down yonder; but when her son took to bad ways, she went distracted,—and now she's i' Bedlam, I've heerd.
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