‘Does Charvill know that this Melusine of yours is here?’ The question distracted Gerald. "My father!" she whispered. The ink, contained in a grimy bottle unearthed in the outhouse, was old, and made blotches as soon as it touched the paper. Mischief bubbled up in her.
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