’ Melusine shrugged. He had been reading Belfort Bax, and declared himself a convert. “Anna,” he pleaded, “be merciful. There is some deep treachery hidden beneath his words. unless a copyright notice is included. ’ ‘But, no,’ cried Melusine anxiously. She was wholly unable to conceal her knowledge of his presence. It was the last thing she felt like drinking. “Has he accused any one yet?” “Not yet,” he answered. To-night the subtle suggestiveness of those few daring lines, fascinating in their very simplicity, the head thrown back, the half-closed eyes—the inner meaning of the great artist seemed to come to him with a rush.
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