"Where am I?" she cried, passing her hand across her brow. It is magnificent indeed. There was no broken faith—not even any question of anything of the sort. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. But this made the chase all the more exciting. ’ There was satisfaction in Melusine’s voice.
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