The Night-Cellar XVIII. " "My poor son!" groaned the widow, sinking backwards. "Here, Tom," he added, calling to a shop-boy, "run and fetch a constable. ’ Melusine swung round and stared at him, while Gerald silently cursed. ’ ‘But you are bleeding like a pig,’ came the frantic response. You have only to look resolute and proceed upon your way. END OF THE FIRST EPOCH.
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