’
‘But you are excessively clever, Jacques,’ cried Melusine, relief flooding her. She stopped abruptly at the sound of his voice, and lost the thread of what she
was saying. It was an intimate smell, the
unmistakable scent of him and another woman. . ’ He became aware of his friend’s face
before him. Ah, Thierry and
Poussaint, if my memory serves me. Dizziness overcame him like anesthetic and he slept. “YOU had to come in. . To his great joy
he found a small garret-door in the roof of the opposite house open. I know my
son's voice too well. In one angle of the room stood a disused fire-place, with a rusty
grate and broken chimney-piece; in the other there was a sort of box, contrived
between the wall and the boards, that looked like an apology for a cupboard.
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