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She went up-stairs and hesitated between four doors with ground-glass panes, each of which professed “The Women’s Bond of Freedom” in neat black letters. I mean I’m not a good specimen of a woman. I didn’t understand before that letter. And you think I would marry you?’ ‘Why not? I am unworthy, eh? Because I am a servant. Perhaps you'll next inform us why you have occasioned this disturbance. There was little more here than a sideboard, a chest for the vestments, and a simple wooden chair. ‘Because he knows you for an imposter,’ Melusine flashed. He put it carefully aside, resolved to defer the attempt till night. The voice of the young seaman came floating down from the masthead, and the story of the immortal lovers had begun.
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