You must forgive the poet’s license I take. ‘Jacques, are you dead? Jacques, do you hear me?’ Melusine put her cheek to his lips, and felt the faint warmth of his breath. Finally she decided that even for an hotel she must look round, and that meanwhile she would “book” her luggage at Waterloo. There lay upon this stand a book bound in limp black leather—the Holy Bible.
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