Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her heart. Melusine came close again, and reached up a finger tentatively to the face depicted there. Sheppard now directed her steps. "What's that to you?" demanded Jonathan, gruffly. Does it?” “I think it does.
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