“This stirs one. Take, if you please, your own pistol. The library was on the ground floor, Melusine recalled from the previous visit, for she had searched through a desk in a room filled with bookshelves of leatherbound volumes. Here a little delay occurred. She dived at once behind the cover of the lamproom and affected serious trouble with her shoe-lace until he was out of the station, and then she followed slowly and with extreme discretion until the bifurcation of the Avenue from the field way insured her escape. White leaned forward in her chair with an anxious smile designed to throw oil upon the troubled waters.
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