’ ‘Hélas, poor you,’ Melusine rejoined sarcastically. Never really thought about Him—people don’t. Of course she had often heard sailors hammering out their ditties. He drew her close up to him with a strong, steady pull. " This she did carefully, but inwardly commenting that he was still in the realm of strange fancies. Melusine sighed with relief at being alone at last and free to resume her search among the portraits. Why, that boy could hide for thirty years—without the girl. You fooled me this morning; but I overheard two old maids talking about you and the young man. That was the glorious if bewildering truth. “I don’t think you see,” she replied, with tears on her cheeks, and her brows knitting, “how it shames and, ah!—disgraces me—AH TISHU!” She put down the tray with a concussion on her toilet-table.
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