” “The good God!” Anna murmured, herself shaken with fear. “Her husband was a county councillor, and she has a niece who comes to see her in a carriage. “If you speak—farewell. The light would betray us. ‘If the boy had sense enough to send word to Gerald as he was told to do, then God be praised!’ ‘Parbleu,’ broke from Melusine, as she turned on him instead. “She’s all right. She moved her hand off of his knee, deliberately slow. Every eye seemed focussed upon her; and yet she had known the sensation to be the conceit of her imagination. But the relief from the strain of her immediate necessities was immense.
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