“Not a bit of it,” he said; “it’s only a score in a game. ’ Melusine had crossed to the window that overlooked the front of the house, and was trying to peep through a crack in the shutters. Slowly, he drew back his head and looked into her face. Melusine, used to the stark surroundings of the convent at Blaye, had no complaint to make. ’ She shrugged. Looked all over that dratted convent of yours—or at least Trodger and the men did so—but no sign of them. "Much that I would willingly forget.
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