"Friends!" echoed Kneebone, with a look of dismay. The figure she had longed to see came into her line of vision, but at this
crucial moment of hideous realisation, Melusine barely took it in, her eyes fixing
blankly on the man behind. ‘In fact, I’ve never met anyone who
goaded me to so much violence. "A vow," she answered,—"a vow to my dead husband. The
rest were hieroglyphic characters, executed in red chalk and charcoal. I want to leave it
for ever. She was
dressed in a simple evening gown of soft creamy silk, with a yoke of dark old
embroidery that enhanced the gentle gravity of her style, and her black hair
flowed off her open forehead to pass under the control of a simple ribbon of
silver.
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