He was a Wiltshire Edmondshaw, a very old family. It was a spring-tide at half ebb; and the current,
which was running fast and furiously, bore him instantly away. The drawers at the moment were too busy to attend to her, and she
would have seized the opportunity of examining, unperceived, the assemblage
within, through a little curtained window that overlooked the adjoining chamber,
if an impediment had not existed in the shape of Baptist Kettleby, whose portly
person entirely obscured the view. He remembered that he had heard stories about the
wonderful likeness between these two sisters, one of whom was an artist and a
recluse, whilst the other had attached herself to a very gay and a very brilliant
little coterie of pleasure-seekers. ‘Jacques!’
Melusine dropped to her haunches beside his inert form, feeling for the
wound. Wood's bed-chamber—it was locked, with the key left in it.
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