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The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. ’ Melusine cursed Emile roundly, but raised a defiant head. She turned her cheek to the cold sill; and by and by the sill grew warm and wet with tears. You have taken even my knife.
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