’ ‘Melusine,’ repeated the old lady. " "I will go, if you will consent to meet me at midnight near the old house in Wych Street," replied Jack. Where is your hat?’ ‘Parbleu, is this a way to rescue me?’ Melusine demanded, digging in her heels and wrenching her arm out of his hold. It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth.
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