“Why not?” He asked. ‘Merci, Joan,’ cried Melusine, moving to her and seizing her hand which she clasped between both her own for a moment, as she turned to the others. An ill-lined purse is a poor recompense for the risk I have run. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. ’ The lady hesitated a moment, her eyes seeming to measure the distance between where he stood and the door. I think it inadvisable—I don’t want an intimacy to spring up between you and a man of that type. ’ ‘She again?’ enquired his hostess, her delicate brows rising ‘I beg your pardon, ma’am.
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