Melusine, starved of colour for years, revelled in it. It did not shock her; it amazed her, interested her beyond measure. "And now," she added, with somewhat more composure, "leave me, dear friends, I entreat, for a few minutes to collect my scattered thoughts—to prepare myself for what I have to go through—to pray for my son. " "It does so," said Wild. ’ Joy rose in Melusine’s bosom.
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