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Jack was almost afraid of speaking; but at length he summoned courage to call
out "Mother!"
"Who's there?" asked a faint voice from the bed. A moment afterwards, the door was
closed and bolted, and the carpenter found himself alone. The old-fashioned dress, with its series
of ruffles and printed flowers, ballooned treacherously, revealing her well-turned
leg in silk stockings, as it snapped against her body as a mould. ‘Her name is Melusine Charvill,’ Gerald began. She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the
coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s
shop that led to the field path to her home. This
was the body of a man, apparently lifeless, and stretched upon a mattress, with
his head bound up in a linen cloth, through which the blood had oosed. He is not in a state of mind to bear it.
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