“I don’t see what else I could have said,” he remarked. “Poor Lucy!” Cathy exclaimed as she rushed in the door, umbrella sheathed. It was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday. Then light footsteps became audible, descending the staircase with a certain deliberation and a faint rustle of skirts. But they cut it all off. Melusine did not try to fight her captor, for that would only make him angry. He gave her silence in return. I don’t care WHAT happens. We aren’t afraid; we don’t bother.
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