"And someday let him care for me!" She sprang up, alarmed. There were sidetables and a writing table, similarly buried in bric-a-brac, and the chair by the French doors could hardly be seen for blankets. Melusine ripped at the buttons of the garment, dragging it open and away, and gasped at the massive red stain on his shirt. The touch of his lips neither thrilled nor alarmed her, because the eyes that looked into hers were clean. "In this pit," he added, pointing to the chasm below, "your brother is buried.
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