"You will never leave me," sobbed the poor woman, straining him to her breast. “Mr. He removed his cocked hat and came towards her. Moving swiftly to the end of the corridor, he pushed open a door at random and entered a large room, which looked to have been a saloon, judging from the faded gilt and crimson wall-paper, a mirror above the fireplace which was surrounded by an ornate gilded frame, now sadly tarnished, and a worn Chippendale sofa with striped upholstery and tasselled cushions. Melusine shrieked an imprecation, and ran the length of the aisle, searching for the weapon she had thrown.
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