” “I don’t think it makes a rap of difference, except for one thing. And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love. Her mouth at half-cock, Melusine stood there staring at him. It now came to him with an added thrill how well she had told her story; simply and directly, no skipping, no wandering hither and yon: from the first hour she could remember, to the night she had fled in the proa, a clear sustained narrative. Like stealing. The garrets were said to be tenanted by coiners, and artists employed in altering watches and jewelry; the cellars to be used as a magazine for stolen goods. The key's in the lock, on the inner side. "I don't think he would," acquiesced the carpenter.
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