“I wonder,” she
said, “why one writes him sentences like that? It’ll have to go,” she decided,
“I’ve written too many already. Her hair once more was arranged with its old simplicity. "Beg pardon, Sir Rowland," said the attendant, "but there's a boy from Mr. V. ”
He raised his hand, and they saw that he was holding a small revolver. ‘And what the devil do you mean by demanding that I wait on you here? D’you
think I haven’t enough to do handling that caper-witted female’s affairs, without
dancing attendance on you?’
‘Don’t be cross,’ begged Lucilla, much to Melusine’s disgust. As if we didn’t know! The practical trouble is our ages. He sounds to
me like a soldier of fortune.
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