“John, you were never bound to me, you don’t owe me anything. Where is your hat?’ ‘Parbleu, is this a way to rescue me?’ Melusine demanded, digging in her heels and wrenching her arm out of his hold. “The young women of Jane Austen’s time didn’t get into this sort of scrape! At least—one thinks so. She sprang to her feet and stood listening with parted lips and eager eyes. I was sure you could not have the heart to slay a child—an innocent child.
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