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She stood, as it were, directed doorward, with
her eyes watching every movement, listening to him, repelled by him and yet
dimly understanding. But anything is better than this. Over one of the pinnacles
of the tower a speck of pallid light marked the position of the moon, then newly
born and newly risen. She was sitting on the mean straw mattress that was placed on the
iron bedstead in the makeshift cell, while Melusine stood with her back to the
door, confronting her old nurse with the truth. She did not want particularly to know what had caused his agony, what had
driven him back to the old coat.
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