Outside stood a
stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased
mass of spiky bottle-black hair. He talked in the same style, and pretty nearly
in the same language; laughed in the same manner, and coughed, or sneezed at
the same time. ’
‘Madame la Comtesse,’ put in Melusine, for she had learned much by
pumping le pére Saint-Simon, who was acquainted with all the French exiles. ” She replied. There were moments when she thought of turning upon this man and talking
to him. All the same, I don’t
admit it. ‘You don’t mind if I sit down?’
She considered him a moment, her head a little on one side. But suppose I go?”
“Now, Veronica! No, no. Why should I?”
“At last,” he murmured, “at last I have found you. ’
‘Merci,’ she sighed and, surrendering at last to his oft-proffered aid, allowed
her head to droop onto his chest.
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