You must forgive the poet’s license I take. A short way off in the fields he descried a sort of shed or cow-house, and thither he contrived to drag his weary limbs. In the early hours of the morning, unable to bear the suspense any longer, Melusine had ventured to explore the mansion, the lantern she had brought in hand, commenting to herself all the time on the state of the place and the difficulties of her task, and having no idea of the consequences she was bringing on herself thereby. I will shed no more blood. These and her general preparations had perhaps a certain disproportion. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she panted, shifting wildly in his hold, so that he had all to do to keep her thus imprisoned. “But I’m afraid you are going to be in a hopeless minority here as regards me. In all her life no living thing had had to depend upon her, not even a dog or a cat. "I cannot remain here long. Coldly she spoke, in a distinctly accented voice. Here he was hotly pursued.
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