" "Zounds!" exclaimed Wood; "it's my old master-key. For ten years I've been trying to go home, but my conscience will not permit me, I hate the Orient. ‘No!’ Melusine snapped as he tugged at the thing. Clotilde’s stunning green eyes were reflected in the gazes of the tender young children, but their faces had been hollow and sunken, their hair matted, and their clothing in bad need of repair. Raven locks fell to her shoulders from under the feathered beaver hat, and curled away down her back.
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