Time wore on somewhat slowly with the prisoner, who had to control his impatience in the best way he could; but as the shades of evening were darkening, the door was unlocked, and Mr. The struggle was brief, and Gerald stepped aside, the pistol in his possession, while the girl Melusine stood trembling and glaring. He regretted— more deeply than he could say—the occurrence of this evening. As in a dream, Melusine saw her faithful footman struck, his headlong progress checked. "You were watched to-night by Blueskin. ” For a moment she was grave. “Your mother was a Gypsy. For the present the desire to fly was gone.
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