"No prize shall indushe me to enter dat horrid plashe again. "By Heaven!" cried Darrell, "it is the poor fellow whom I placed in such jeopardy a short time ago. ’ ‘I do not care any more about the portrait,’ Melusine said, opening the door to the attic corridor that gave off onto the row of little rooms that served as private cells for the senior nuns. ’ ‘You would speak of the house?’ ‘Many’s the time little Miss Mary would say her papa meant for her to have it, she having no brothers and sisters at all—when we played together I mean, she and me and Joan Pottiswick.
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