”
She looked at him quizzically. Nothing to do; nothing for the
hands, the mind, the heart. It
was only a matter of time. “That he should be in the same world with me!” said Ann Veronica, reduced
to reading the list of good things the British Tea-Table Company had priced for
its patrons. From where had he come, and why? An author! To her he would be no less
interesting because he was unsuccessful. ’
‘Can’t say as I’m sorry to hear you say that, missie,’ confessed the sergeant,
on a relieved note, as he locked the front door of the mansion and pocketed the
key. But the besetting evil of the place, and that which drew down the
severest censures of the writers above-mentioned, was that this spot,—which of
all others should have been most free from such intrusion—was made a public
exhibition. Just one thing more. It is not, my dear Veronica, that I think there is any harm in you; there is not. . ’
Melusine could not suppress a smile.
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