Over the sea of heads arose a black and dismal object. A severe pang shot through Jack's heart, and he would have given worlds if he possessed them to have seen his friend once more. We can’t afford to turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. Melusine cursed herself for his injury. As he crossed the cellar, he passed so near to Jack who had concealed himself behind a piece of furniture that he almost touched him.
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