" "Mother be——!" returned Jack. At this juncture, Sir Cecil and his followers appeared at the threshold. You can’t go. ’ Melusine hesitated. The carpet was a quiet drugget and not excessively worn, and the bed in the corner was covered by a white quilt. It must be the dawn creeping in.
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