It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. It was dry, as if she had powdered it. Wood, who looks after her comforts, and visits her constantly. Every one looked at Anna. ‘Tell me the truth, Melusine. Your poor cheeks are quite sunken and hollow. Only her face was clear, frail and delicate, almost flower-like, with the sad haunting eyes ever watching his. Then she called a hansom and drove home.
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