’ Melusine hardly dared believe she had heard him aright. Already the warm sun was drawing from the pines their delicious odour. Now I’d like the rest of your story. “It was,” she admitted. She spoke readily enough, but there was a new timidity in her manner. Your laugh reminds me of—of——" "Whose, Sir?" demanded Jackson, becoming suddenly grave. He was nearly wincing. It seemed intolerable that she should go home and admit herself beaten. Even that he sleeps, I must give to him my thanks, for he has been excessively brave for me. She lied. A thickly-set, sandy young man, with an unwholesome complexion and grease-smooth hair, had entered the room.
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