Your name?" "Owen Wood," replied the carpenter; "I've no reason to be ashamed of it. Sebastian leapt down into the crypt. "My coat!" he repeated, his glance burning into hers. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome. The strong fingers of one hand secured both her wrists there, and Melusine found herself chest to chest with him as he threw off his hat, and began to pat at her petticoat, searching for tell-tale protrusions. " With these words, he tore the mantle from Wood's back, and, perceiving the child, endeavoured to seize it.
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