“I can’t imagine, Miss Pellissier,” Brendon said, leaning towards her, “whatever made you think of coming to stay if only for a week at a Montague Street boarding-house. What gave the puzzling twist to an ordinary situation was her manner: she was guileless. She could not go to him with a preachment against strong drink; she knew from experience that such a plan would be wasted effort. Hanging about! And they start thinking and asking questions, and begin to be neither one thing nor the other. ’ Amusement flickered in Gerald’s breast. She made a few protests, a few excuses for her action in accepting him, a few lame explanations, but he did not heed them or care for them. ‘Does Charvill know that this Melusine of yours is here?’ The question distracted Gerald. He was plainly attired in a riding-dress and boots of the period, and wore a hanger by his side. “Is this a concession to Mrs. For a few days she was fascinated by the place, exploring the moldy rooms, the weird treasures hiding in forgotten trousseaus.
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