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Chapter Six
Creeping along the dark narrow passage, with lantern held well ahead to keep
her step steady on the uneven stones—and to warn her of the advent of rats—
Melusine kept her long petticoats fastidiously clear of the dirt with an efficient
hand, a habit she had learned in the convent. \"You look great!\"
\"Thanks. ‘You’ll make shadows. He
was certain that those lips of hers had never known the natural and pardonable
simper of youth. What was she going to do?
One main idea possessed her: she must get away from home, she must assert
herself at once or perish. The lonely widows of robber
barons found him irresistible and he was the guest of
many a fine table. Mild, you know, and boon. Later, she
understood his reasons; and it had now become habit. "I suppose I must have been senseless
for some time; for, on coming to myself, I found this gash in my head, and the
ground covered with blood.
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