. ’
‘No, I wouldn’t have believed you. In this screen, which masked the entrance of a dark passage
communicating with the Condemned Hold, about five feet from the ground, was
a hatch, protected by long spikes set six inches apart, and each of the thickness
of an elephant's tusk. ’
‘Melusine, sir,’ Gerald reminded the general, exchanging a frustrated glance
with Mrs Sindlesham. She wished she had not
stood up. ‘But who was he, Gerald?’
‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. ‘Léonore, then?’ She shook her
head animatedly, enjoying his attention. Sheppard, smiling through her tears. I thought it
was a mirror at the first, for it was so very like myself. She was silent, the ghost of a fading smile passed from her lips.
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