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go. In the early hours of the morning, unable to
bear the suspense any longer, Melusine had ventured to explore the mansion, the
lantern she had brought in hand, commenting to herself all the time on the state
of the place and the difficulties of her task, and having no idea of the
consequences she was bringing on herself thereby. "So that was it? And what the devil are you doing here, moping alone on the
beach? Why aren't you with her in this hour of bitterness?"
"What can I do?"
"You can go to her and take her in your arms. ‘Can’t you see he is not a gentleman with
whom one can argue?’
‘You think so?’ Melusine said dangerously, and her eyes flashed as she swept
about again and confronted her grandfather once more. "There he is!" cried Winifred, starting up, joyfully, and proving by the
exclamation that her thoughts were dwelling upon one subject only. “But Sebastian! I need them!”
He smiled, not a smile of comfort, but a smile of
terrible menace. If ever he requires my services, he shall find I'm not ungrateful. What was the fellow doing in this part
of the town? Had not Lady Bicknacre said he was living at Paddington?
The Frenchman, booted and neat in buckskin breeches and a plain frockcoat, a
flat-brimmed hat on his head, paused a moment at an intersection with one of the
roads leading north, apparently seeking a street sign. One chance in a thousand, and that would be
the girl.
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