‘What’s wrong, miss? Ain’t I done right?’ Melusine’s mind was reeling, but she reached out and seized his wrist. ” “Perhaps,” she said, “I am superstitious. His back was no sooner turned, than she slipped this casket into the box. Brown broke the silence.
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