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A cool
gray light illuminated small portions of the stone floor. His face was wreathed in smiles, his beringed hand was cordially outstretched. ’
‘Will you go back there?’ asked Gerald. . ’
‘Melusine, sir,’ Gerald reminded the general, exchanging a frustrated glance
with Mrs Sindlesham. Plote was sleeping or deaf. “Pretend,” he said, “that all I have said hasn’t been said. Drawing a pistol, and unclosing his lantern with the quickness of
thought, he then burst through an open trap-door into a small loft. “Ugh!” she said. Then her eyes flashed. ‘But, Gérard—’
‘Don’t start arguing,’ he said in a tone that brooked no defiance.
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