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“Oh, Veronica!” she said, “to leave your home!” She had been weeping. "What shall I say? Shall I tell you, or shall I leave you in the dark—as I must always leave her? What shall I say except that I am accursed of men? Yes; I have loved something—her mother. I have a weapon—a knife—and if you attempt to open the door, will plunge it to my heart. Inside was the blue stone she had lost in the 1800’s. ‘Jacques!’ Melusine dropped to her haunches beside his inert form, feeling for the wound. At least I can give you a glimmer.
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