She softened her tone and scrambled for the right words. Fancy, as they say hereabouts!" What had aroused this open-air monologue was a small tin sign in a window. But of what use to wear it when there was no one of importance to see and admire? ‘For shame, Melusine,’ protested Lucy, as the butler bowed himself out of the room. "I've known him all my life," replied the other. It’s Providence. Again he played for her; and again the eruption of the strange senses that lay hidden in her soul.
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