‘This is the way you tell me that you love me? You English idiot, you!’ He seized her wrists to hold her off, actually daring to laugh, much to Melusine’s increased fury. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs. He hated travelling second-class with her—indeed, he never did—but he also disliked travelling in the same train when his daughter was in an inferior class, because of the look of the thing. “I wonder,” he said, “how you would like to be made love to—boldly or timorously or sentimentally. Then he stood up and hailed a fiacre.
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