The library was on the ground floor, Melusine recalled from the previous visit, for she had searched through a desk in a room filled with bookshelves of leatherbound volumes. O'Higgins did not confide in me. He was a large oafish man, a man that seemed deceptively harmless, and some thought him slightly retarded. "He must be somewhere hereabouts," cried one of the horsemen, dismounting.
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