Leastways, she’d be your greataunt, wouldn’t she?’
Astounded, Melusine was just about to demand further information, when a
commotion outside the room interrupted her. Ann
Veronica had had some training at the Tredgold College in disentangling threads
from confused statements, and she had a curious persuasion that in all this fluent
muddle there was something—something real, something that signified. The sing-song girl, her fiddle broken, was beating her forehead upon the floor
and wailing: Ai, ai! Ai, ai! Spurlock—or Taber, as he called himself—sat
slumped in a chair, staring with glazed eyes at nothing, absolutely uninterested in
the confusion for which he was primarily accountable. "
"Then you will stay!" she cried, clapping her hands joyfully, "for I'm sure he
won't part with you. ”
“Then, whoever he may be, he is not Meysey Hill,” Courtlaw said. Ann Veronica woke rather later than usual, and lay awake for some
minutes before she remembered a certain resolution she had taken in the small
hours. ”
“You remembered. "No such thing," rejoined the jailer; "he's coming on business. ’ A grimace crossed her face.
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