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Chapter XII
THE POSTER OF “ALCIDE”
On Saturday mornings there was deposited on the plate of each guest at
breakfast time, a long folded paper with Mrs. \"Where have you been, young lady?\" Mike crooned, a
large grin on his fat Irish face. ‘Are you
going to tell me?’
‘But looking for proof,’ Melusine uttered impatiently. He sat up in his chair as though the question
had stung him. In the end, resolution triumphed, as it was sure
to do, over the weaker emotions, and he laughed at his fears. "
"You believe it, father?"
"From the bottom of my heart. John laughed even
harder, his eyes misting over. For a time he heard no
more, and stared with stony eyes at a Book-War proclamation in leaded type that
filled half a column of the Times that day. Until
that moment, Jarvis had imagined the child to be safe in the wet-nurse’s cottage.
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