I was extremely subtle—in fact, as devious as Melusine. She
meditated long and carefully upon her letter to her father before she wrote it, and
gravely and deliberately again before she despatched it. “Most of it is ugly and frowsy,” she declared, “but it isn’t worth talking about. Rushing towards the entrance of the well-hole, Blueskin touched the secret
spring. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the
veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. Sharples received them at the threshold, and holding his lantern towards the
prisoners to acquaint himself with their features, nodded to Quilt, between whom
and himself some secret understanding seemed to subsist, and then closed and
barred the door.
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