Leastways, not on
your own. The afternoon had passed now into twilight. It was still
too dark for reading, but she could see well enough to note the number of the last
page—fifty-six. "
"I will go, if you will consent to meet me at midnight near the old house in Wych
Street," replied Jack. Maybe half a
year, counting this summer. A faint
anticipation of triumph showed in his manner and a subdued excitement. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a
tongue over dry lips. She waited a
few minutes, then greeted the burly doorman who stood
as the building’s lone sentry. Nothing would induce me to
marry you, or any man at present. I went off to round up his wife. Spurling in alarm. D. ’
‘I thought you were dead,’ Melusine confided. She leaves town
to-morrow.
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