The joy that filled her veins with throbbing fire urged her to rise and go swinging and whirling and dipping. ToC The ward into which Jack was endeavouring to break was called the Red Room, from the circumstance of its walls having once been painted in that colour; all traces of which had, however, long since disappeared. She met his eye for a moment in curious surprise. Wild's dwelling without apprehension, or quitted it without satisfaction. He was alone, hatless and without his boots, and he held a wicked-looking French-made duelling pistol, covered in silver and gold— property no doubt, was Melusine’s fleeting thought, of the late vicomte. And if he didn’t, what was the good of seeing him? “I wish he was a woman,” she said, “then I could make him my friend. It was a night of storm and terror, which promised each moment to become more stormy and more terrible. ’ ‘You may not get the chance. If I am to die in the attempt, then so be it.
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