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‘A thing Marthe told me of,’ Melusine answered, her attention on the garments that were still lying higgledy-piggledy, just as she had left them. Springing to his feet in an ecstasy of terror, he stumbled, and had well nigh realized his worst apprehensions. A stiff, formally-cut coat of cinnamon-coloured cloth, with rows of plate buttons, each of the size of a crown piece, on the sleeves, pockets, and skirts, reached the middle of his legs; and his costume was completed by the silver-hilted sword at his side, and the laced hat under his left arm. He kept that, but the rest. Visible underneath his collar were some metal tags. . His hunger satisfied, his spirits began to revive, and with this change of mood all his natural audacity returned. When he awoke, it was late in the day; but though he heard voices outside, and now and then caught a glimpse of a face peeping at him through the iron grating over the door, no one entered the prison, or held any communication with him.
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