‘Why
did he make me French, Marthe? Why did he give me this name of Melusine,
and say I am born of Suzanne Valade?’
Martha looked at her, but her lips remained firmly closed. It belonged to his
father, and was worn by him on the night he was murdered. Then as she lay very still, with her hands clinched and her black
hair tumbled about her face, he came still closer and softly kissed the nape of her
neck. Urging his steed along Oxford Road,—
as that great approach to the metropolis was then termed,—he soon passed
Marylebone Lane, beyond which, with the exception of a few scattered houses,
the country was completely open on the right, and laid out in pleasant fields and
gardens; nor did he draw in the rein until he arrived at Tyburn-gate, where,
before he turned off upon the Edgeware Road, he halted for a moment, to glance
at the place of execution. Why should I?”
“At last,” he murmured, “at last I have found you. ”
“I have a clue, at any rate,” he remarked, smiling.
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