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‘As I have said, it was a quarrel between the vicomte and Monsieur Charvill. Completely overcome by fatigue, with strained muscles, and bruised hands; streaming with perspiration, and with lips so parched that he would gladly have parted with a treasure if he had possessed it for a draught of water; he sank against the wall, and while in this state was seized with, a sudden and strange alarm. Meanwhile, the clergyman, bare-headed and in his surplice, advanced to meet them. “You’re not a virgin, are you?” It was as much an accusation as a question. Taking the direction pointed out, he rode off. ’ ‘Nonsense,’ said Mrs Sindlesham loudly, casting an anxious glance upon Melusine. It was like the grin of a fiend, and made my flesh creep on my bones.
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