’ ‘I thought you were dead,’ Melusine confided. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. "So you're writing under a nom de plume, eh?" said McClintock, holding out the letter. She would be elemental; there would be in her somewhere the sleeping tigress.
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