’ Melusine sank against the wall of the corridor, closing her eyes. . Clotilde flew into a rage, crying, “How dare you lay claim to my children! I am their mother! This is a Godless house!” She accused. His curiosity, his literary instincts, had been submerged by the recurring thought of the fool he had made of himself. It was a letter.
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