He had promised her some books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories. I thought it was a mirror at the first, for it was so very like myself. She looked paler than ever; but her countenance, though bewildered, did not exhibit the alarm which might naturally have been anticipated from the strange and perplexing scene presented to her view. It is positively hateful to think of it. ‘And I’d like to know what the devil—’ ‘Out of town?’ repeated Melusine, stupefied. What she did not know, and what she was never to know, was that the divine fire was hers.
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