Her eyes flashed. She waited
for him to leave the room, and turned back to Gerald. They heard his
footsteps descending the stone staircase, growing fainter and fainter. ’
‘You would speak of the house?’
‘Many’s the time little Miss Mary would say her papa meant for her to have it,
she having no brothers and sisters at all—when we played together I mean, she
and me and Joan Pottiswick. She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite
side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and
saluted and spoke to her. "
"Your hesitation is not in your favour," observed Trenchard, sternly. A silence ensued. I was extremely subtle—in fact, as devious as Melusine. "
"I might have been able to do that if you hadn't told me … she cared. ” He replied cheerfully.
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