” “I suppose all IS well that ends well. ’ Melusine stifled a giggle. These little squares of coloured paper interested her mightily—hotel labels. ‘Oh, peste. ’ She sighed relief to see a faint grin as he ventured to raise his head. ” He threw the stone protecting the crypt to one side. “It’s the spring,” he said. If all wives were of my mind and my spirit, husbands would soon be taught their own insignificance. ” Lord, he was right! But softly now. “I love this warm end of summer more than words can tell,” he said. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. CHAPTER XXVI. "I fear we're too late," he whispered to Thames.
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