A little table covered with a damask cloth was dragged out. “See you at school tomorrow. ” “You know, Mr. The gallant woollen-draper was now in his thirty-sixth year. Why are you doing all this?’ To his surprise, Melusine relaxed back, emitting a laugh that sounded perfectly genuine. “How’d you know it was me?” He looked conspiratorially into the room for hidden informants. “Aunt!” she said, “I can’t—” Then she caught a wild appeal in her aunt’s blue eye, halted, and the door clicked upon them.
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