’ ‘Eh?’ Almost Melusine betrayed herself at his startled look. She felt smaller and more adventurous even than she had expected to feel. She made a few protests, a few excuses for her action in accepting him, a few lame explanations, but he did not heed them or care for them. His shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged hat. “You wish me to stay?” he asked, in a low tone. This, then, must be the person whom he had seen spring upon the western platform at the time of the collision between the boats. “You mustn’t say anything more to your mother, Michelle.
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