But there was a face pressed to the glass. ” She replied gently. But the recollection of the warm pliant body in his arms …! "I am a thief!" he whispered. Conceiving himself called upon, as the intimate friend of the deceased, to pay this last tribute of respect to her memory, he appeared as one of the chief mourners. But Melusine’s own words had thrown an idea into her head.
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