CHAPTER VIII. He gave her one of the sweaty red cans. Burn your palette and your easel. ’ ‘Then do it,’ Melusine said with impatience. What’s that?” They both stood listening. ’ Gerald laughed, and turned back to Melusine, who was frowning again. Lucy could see the resemblance of Martin to both of his parents as plain as day. Monsieur Charvill, he is also my cousin. A little smothered cry broke from her lips—the curtains were thrown aside and a man stepped out.
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