A young man was playing the banjo. It is perfectly intrusive of me, and I quite see that you must be sick to death of running into such an interfering busybody all the time. The great ordeal—that which she had most dreaded—had proved to be no ordeal at all. “Don’t know me, eh? I like that. Let's talk of this chap. She speedily reached her own abode,—a little cottage, standing in the outskirts of the village. . Melusine fetched her stool and plonked it down next to her great-aunt’s chair. "If I am the devil," observed Wild, "as some folks assert, and I myself am not unwilling to believe, you'll find that I differ from the generally-received notions of the arch-fiend, and faithfully execute the commands of those who confide their souls to my custody. She would come and sit cross-legged just beyond the bamboo curtain and silently watch him at work. “Everything very nice, I am sure,” Miss Stanley murmured to Capes as he steered her to a place upon the little sofa before the fire.
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