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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. “What is the good of pretending?” she said. “These clothes are French, and I’m sure this
floppy bow would make a Frenchman of me anyhow. Assured, if he remained much longer where he was, he would inevitably perish,
Wood recommended himself to the protection of Heaven, and began his perilous
course. Later, she would
sew it on. For a few minutes, she appeared scarcely sensible of his
presence. “Don’t you think I ought to?” she
asked, very submissively. ”
“Alive! In London!” Annabel moaned. . "
"That I'll engage not to do. She refused to eat. You see, I’m separated from
my wife. “I am under police surveillance,” she said. He, for his part, was trying to grasp the series of unexpected reactions that had
so wrecked their tete-a-tete.
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