But Miss Mary and me—’ Melusine looked up as the woman broke off again. "Who knows but this key may open a golden lock one of these days?" And, picking it up, he thrust it into his pocket. ‘Come, Jacques, mon pauvre,’ she uttered, and reached for the lad again, hardly aware of the muted sounds of running feet and much banging and crashing beyond the secret door. . His technique had gained much subtlety over the years.
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