Though encumbered by his irons, his step was firm, and his demeanour dignified. When she spoke, her lips twitched. “This,” he exclaimed, “must be either the indifference of an utterly callous nature, or it may be—ye gods, it may be—innocence. ‘I told you I would find out all about you, Melusine. But I'll never part with your irons. Rain pounded the tin roof, and waterfalls obscured the pavilion into its own private 91 chamber.
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