"Do not despair, my sweet soul," said Wood, in a soothing tone. " A prophecy which was to be fulfilled in a singular way. She went across to the little window again, her back to Melusine. She spoke with a certain odd deliberation carefully chosen words which fell like drops of ice upon the man who sat listening. Checking an ominous cough, that, ever and anon, convulsed her lungs, the poor woman addressed a few parting words to her companion, who lingered at the doorway as if he had something on his mind, which he did not very well know how to communicate. "Read that," rejoined Austin, pointing to the placard. ’ ‘Miss?’ gaped the soldier. She suspected that he would take a mistress just as soon as they returned to Florence. Eh bien, she must use her tongue against him.
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