She had
arranged for a supper of tea, a boiled egg, and some tinned peaches. You're a queer lad. By the time he had reached the summit of this hill, he had lost all trace of them;
and the ardour of the chase having in some measure subsided, he began to
reproach himself for his folly, in having wandered—as he conceived—so far out
of his course. She
gloried in it: he needed her. Nigel Ennison was he. An old man with a bent back who limped in, slow
and stiff, leaning heavily on a cane. It was clear she wanted to get away
from home, that she was impatient to get away from home. What do you mean by
it, eh?’
‘But I did not send it to you,’ Melusine rejoined instantly.
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