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She could tell that he was leering at her. Turning to Melusine, he grabbed both her wrists and held her away from him, as if afraid that she might go for him. If she had once known him, if he were some former neighbour, it would be comprehensible. "Don't weep, my love," replied the lady, straining him still more closely to her. But some little distance behind him, someone had come out from the shadow of the building and, seeing the Frenchman reappear, darted back again as quickly. "Oh, easily enough," rejoined the other. He was consumed with desire. She spoke with a certain odd deliberation carefully chosen words which fell like drops of ice upon the man who sat listening. A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand. He laid down the knife, and fixed a searching and distrustful gaze upon the writer, who continued his task, unconscious of anything having happened. I'm going to be frank; we must have a clear understanding.
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