“Good-bye,” he said earnestly. ’
Upon which, she darted through the library door, galvanising both the sergeant
and his two militiamen into action. This time he couldn't get far. Somehow her walk home
with him had been transmogrified into a melodramatic
rejection, a slamming. A bobbing lantern,
crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. “We’re going to be found out someday. Forgive me, but you have been looking, have you not, for
some employment?”
“Quite true!” she answered. There was a
Greyhound bus that she was overdue to ride. “I’ll try to stop by. ’ The questions that had long haunted her came out at last. "What is it you want?" she asked, as she held out the coat. In the early hours of the morning, unable to
bear the suspense any longer, Melusine had ventured to explore the mansion, the
lantern she had brought in hand, commenting to herself all the time on the state
of the place and the difficulties of her task, and having no idea of the
consequences she was bringing on herself thereby.
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