But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face. She repeated this breathlessly. An unhappy little sigh escaped her. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. ’ Melusine shrugged, and crossed to the plain door beside which hung a bell. Her aunt leaped unhappily to the thought of penitence.
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