“NO!”
she said, at last, with something in her voice that reminded Ann Veronica of a
sprung tennis-racket. ‘You think so? Well, if that’s so, I know where she gets her impudence, Prudence
Sindlesham. ’
Melusine’s arm crept up around his neck. ' So I go to Patagonia. "
The woollen-draper replied by gallantly handing her the box, which was
instantly snatched from her by Blueskin, who, after helping himself to as much
of its contents as he could conveniently squeeze between his thumb and finger,
put it very coolly in his pocket. Escape was now impossible. She would be
in the library, her favorite place, or on the bench by the
colored glass window with her embroidery. 272
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EPILOGUE
She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack
swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming
silver in their starkness.
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