To escape one phase of loneliness she had plunged into another, so vast that her courage sometimes faltered. Wood. Melusine turned and turned, unable to imagine just where the secret door could be. ’ ‘Not French?’ echoed Hilary. "See the devil!—not I," cried Wood impatiently. To have the present lengthen into years! But in a few hours she would be upon her way, far lonelier than she had ever been. If only you knew what this means to me!" "We do, lad," replied McClintock, gravely. CHAPTER XXVII His idea, cleverly planned, was to shatter her resistance, to confound her suddenly by striking her mind with words which would rob her coherent thought.
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