She got up, drew up her blind, and stared out of window at a dawn-cold
vision of chimneys for a time, and then went and sat on the edge of her bed. "Gracious Heaven!—is she the
inmate of a mad-house?"
"She is, Sir," answered the woollen-draper, sadly, "driven there by her son's
misconduct. Offer to return
it to each in private. ’
They passed through a little antechamber, and Melusine sighed with relief as
she entered the library next door. ‘Yes, dear Nan, a flirtation. He could think about it
later. Wood's displeasure; and he
was the more readily induced to do this, as the conversation began to turn upon
his own affairs. “I have made no arrangements as yet—
none at all. To get behind that impenetrable curtain, to learn why she hated her
island. She hesitated.
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