Every now and then she fingered an ornament, moved a piece of furniture, or rearranged some draperies. Melusine shrugged. ’ ‘But you must. I don't ask you to supply my place—for that is, perhaps, impossible. Wood, whose loss I shall ever deplore. The arm about her was steel hard, and she felt the weapon that was placed at her heart, which thumped uncomfortably in her chest.
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