But what else he saw fit to teach her I do not care to stipulate. ’ ‘I thought you were dead,’ Melusine confided. As she went on, the story began to sound more and more like a recitation. It was debauching, this—a devilish art which drew such strange allurements from a face and figure almost Madonna-like in their simplicity. They had their little dreams about her.
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