He addressed her by that title, and something in the tone disturbed her. “I am very glad to hear you say it,” he repeated, and refrained from further inquiry. She was retuning, fifths spilling from the sliver of light underneath the door like milk. He folded the garments carefully and replaced them on the chair. ‘The secret passage!’ It did not take long to find the mechanism of the candlesconce that opened the door. Love was joy, and joyous she was when alone.
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