The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. Though there is something to be said for your idea of a secret convent, at least as a hiding place. This—’ waving an imperious hand in a sweeping arc about the library ‘—is my house. . Certainly, we—that is Jarvis and I— knew nothing of it until after Mary’s death. ’ ‘Melusine, sir,’ Gerald reminded the general, exchanging a frustrated glance with Mrs Sindlesham. He was wrapped in a laced roquelaure, which he threw off on his entrance into the room.
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