The library was on the ground floor, Melusine recalled from the previous visit,
for she had searched through a desk in a room filled with bookshelves of leatherbound volumes. Down under the incalculable selfishness of the penitent child there was the man's
uneasy recollection of Judas. Vitally,
she had the letter that proved her identity as a Charvill: the one her father had
written to the Abbess when he sent her to the convent. It was bleeding again. . Even given that he was hopelessly enamoured of the wench, a fact which was
obvious to the meanest intelligence. There was a strange quality of steel in
this pretty creature. Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the
door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his
appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead. I promise not to do it again. Wary they might be. It seemed to him that a sort of mist had
risen up between them. He looked at her for a moment in a puzzled sort of way. ‘As to that, I am a devil, say the nuns. ‘Parbleu, I hope that I do not have many more times to come in this way to
the house,’ she muttered fretfully. “How have you been, my dear? Up to no good, I
see.
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