Chapter Eleven Melusine’s limbs nearly gave way beneath her. “I want to know who you are. ’ ‘Madame la Comtesse,’ put in Melusine, for she had learned much by pumping le pére Saint-Simon, who was acquainted with all the French exiles. She could tell that they too would find their legs jutting awkwardly from the petite furniture.
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