CHAPTER XXVII
His idea, cleverly planned, was to shatter her resistance, to confound her
suddenly by striking her mind with words which would rob her coherent
thought. "
"Are you man, or fiend?" exclaimed Trenchard, staring at the stranger, as he
concluded his narration. ’ Then she frowned. In no way could he be said to
contribute to the gaiety of the little party. She was sitting on the mean straw mattress that was placed on the
iron bedstead in the makeshift cell, while Melusine stood with her back to the
door, confronting her old nurse with the truth. He said daring things with a grace
which made them irresistible, his eyes flashed back upon her some eloquent but
silent appreciation of the change in her manner towards him. A faint, delightfully humorous smile
parted her lips. Yet she held her tongue. Dim possibilities that she would not seem to look at even to herself
gesticulated in the twilight background of her mind. "
"Oh. ’
She saw suspicion darken his gaze. "Not my king's," returned Wood. Now keep
still. "Miss Enschede and Mr.
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