Now then, missie—’ ‘Bon,’ said Melusine, interrupting him without ceremony, and paying no attention to the muskets that were pointing at her from two directions. She looked at Lucy guiltily, wondering if she would be betrayed. These were less like streets than labyrinths, hewn through an eternal twilight. The room in which she sat was a portion of the garret, assigned, as we have just stated, by Mr.
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