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“This place is very beautiful. She is a stranger to you. Here was an appalling fact: all her previous loneliness had been trifling beside that which now encompassed her and would for years to come. Water poured into her eyes, nose, and mouth in a torrent from which she had to turn and wheeze. ’ She allowed herself to be pulled to the centre of the room, but uttered in a low tone, full of suppressed anxiety, ‘How can he know? How can he know?’ ‘You mean how can he know that this is your house?’ Melusine looked up at him, distress in her eyes. This gloom was impossible. Her eyes travelled about the room as if in appeal to the very chairs. At the least, the tales had the ability to make her forget where she was; which was something in their favour. She closed her eyes as if asleep, her hands folded neatly on her abdomen. She had imagined she had drowned them altogether. It was still too dark for reading, but she could see well enough to note the number of the last page—fifty-six. It’s a sort of home-leaving instinct. Who is she, I say?” “My sister!” Annabel faltered.
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