Her breath came fast in little sobbing pants. She wondered if he was already tired of her, if he would rudely push her away as one would a prostitute. I will be as silent as the grave. She is in Wild's power. Still, I suppose Melusine can always sell the house. His frame was wasted, and slightly bent; his eyes were hollow, his complexion haggard, and his beard, which had remained unshorn during his hasty journey, was perfectly white.
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