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Here he was hotly pursued. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by
various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape
with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of
widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a
linsey-woolsey shawl. She had hardly noticed the loss
of her dagger, so strong had been the waves of relief that attacked her on hearing
that Jack had returned from death’s door. It occurred to her that it was absurd and wrong to be so continuously
thinking of one engrossing topic, and she made a strenuous effort to force her
mind to other questions. Nothing
stronger than water has passed my lips for years. He went over her features one by one in his mind. ‘I have said it is not stolen,’ snapped Melusine indignantly.
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