If nothing else had clinched that, the purse had. The day was unseasonably humid and dark, a thick fog having descended over manicured lawns. Empty, silly, coarse brutes. The young lady with whom I was dining last night was Miss Anna Pellissier. Supper was quickly served; the oldest bottle of wine was brought from the cellar; the strongest barrel of ale was tapped; but not one of the party could eat or drink—their hearts were too full. Then, seeing Melusine’s feathered beaver had fallen to the floor, picked that up for her. That ring manifestly occupied her thoughts a great deal.
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