The Old Mint III. A hazy face appeared through the fog of sleep, pale and thin and looming. Here we go, thought Gerald. He stopped, panting hard, slamming his cane to the floor to make use of its much-needed support. Melusine sighed with relief and set to work by the light of the lantern. "Oh! that was all, was it?" said the turnkey, quietly reseating himself. . Perceiving he was about to take leave, Kneebone ventured to ask whom he had had the honour of addressing.
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