” “Never,” he exclaimed vehemently. ’ Before she could object, Melusine found herself hustled back into the house and dragged willy-nilly towards the library door, where Jack called softly. ’ Joy rose in Melusine’s bosom. It was like the grin of a fiend, and made my flesh creep on my bones. At the back of the house, on a bank, rose an old-fashioned terrace-garden, full of apple-trees and other fruittrees in blossom, and lively with the delicious verdure of early spring. ‘She may well try to go back.
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