” He smiled at her. Instead of English villas and cottages there were chalets and Italian-built houses shining white; there were lakes of emerald and sapphire and clustering castles, and such sweeps of hill and mountain, such shining uplands of snow, as she had never seen before. This island was the one haven he had; he might be forced to remain here for several years—until the Hand had forgotten him. For a few days she was fascinated by the place, exploring the moldy rooms, the weird treasures hiding in forgotten trousseaus. A sinister thought edged in. The horror of those few minutes was still with her. ’ ‘Melusine!’ came sharply from the doorway.
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