‘We needn’t murder Lucia. Melusine ripped strips off her under-petticoats and fashioned a pad, which
she bandaged as tightly as she could over the wound, working swiftly,
unperturbed by the gore. Her aunt was blandly amiable above a certain tremulous
undertow, and talked as if to a caller about the alarming spread of marigolds that
summer at the end of the garden, a sort of Yellow Peril to all the smaller hardy
annuals, while her father brought some papers to table and presented himself as
preoccupied with them. Proceeding
to the entry to the Lower Leads, they came to the two strong doors, and their
surprise was so great at Jack's marvellous performance, that they could scarcely
persuade themselves that human ingenuity could have accomplished it. "
"All right, then. Had she too been flying from
something and had accepted this method of escape? But what frying-pan could
be equal to this fire?
All this led him back to the original circle.
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