Their journey had made them indolent, the afternoon was warm, and it seemed impossible to breathe a sweeter air. ’ ‘But why, Marthe,’ asked Melusine, as she walked into the house. The thin stream of blood on which her eyes were fastened with a nameless horror reached almost to her feet. It slipped out—as did that “she”.
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