” “Why did you keep her all of these years? What good can it do?” “She created me, Lucia. If and when Ray was ever found, she would be long gone and they would be unable to explain what had happened to him. "Where to, master?" asked Ben, touching his woollen cap. A few steps brought him to the door of the vault in which his mother was immured. He became primitive, literal in his conception; the ramifications were, for the nonce, fairly relegated to limbo. Taking this for encouragement, her suitor proceeded still more extravagantly. He called a waiter. ‘Melusine…Melusine. "Put it under my pillow," he said.
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