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“I know nothing whatever of his friends or his home. ‘Do not look at me so,’ he snapped. But you must not imagine me wrapped in melancholy. She could not explain in words why they disappointed her or that she was disappointed. I hid because there was no other way of seeing you. Gifts came from Florence: rubies and emeralds, a beautiful statue of Santa Maria for their garden grotto, a gorgeous silk tapestry of a hunting scene that alone made the price of her dowry look paltry. “It isn’t only the dance,” she said. In the middle of the little town stood the shop of a Jew dealer in old clothes. Little things, almost impalpable, had happened to justify that doubt; something in his manner had belied his words. Melusine recognised the burly form of Captain Roding’s sergeant.
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