. "What for?" demanded Wood. Wow. ‘Merci, Joan,’ cried Melusine, moving to her and seizing her hand which she clasped between both her own for a moment, as she turned to the others. I would that you were my own. Coarse as were the ruffian's notions of feminine beauty, he could not be insensible to the surpassing loveliness of the fair creature, who had thus solicited his attention. He saw the expression on the girl's face and understood what it signified, that it was the reflected pattern of his own.
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