But Melusine’s own words had thrown an idea into her head. Swiftly she ran her hands over the
carvings, trying to find the lever to the secret panel again. Disengaging his right arm, Jonathan struck his
victim a tremendous blow on the head with the bludgeon, that fractured his skull;
and, exerting all his strength, threw him over the rails, to which he clung with
the tenacity of despair. "A friend," replied Jonathan, uncocking the pistol, and placing it in his pocket. He had taken it
back. Books! Aren't they wonderful?"
The blind alley of life stretching out before her, with its secret doorways and
hidden menaces; and she was unconcerned. They were so
nearly alike that the difference would be due to a shaky hand.
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