’ Then she jammed her hat on her head all anyhow and ran from the room. ‘No one is here, Melusine, except you and I. John’s father brought down a violin from a high closet shelf. He seemed to stay away from her because she was so cold and formal towards him, addressing him as Mister McCloskey as if she were an Irish maid. She shattered the edifice he was building up of himself as a devoted lover, waiting only his chance to win her from a hopeless and consuming passion. It is dull—deadly dull. Rich folks, once. "Your enemy!" she returned imperfectly comprehending him. She was in excellent spirits, and it was not until she had taken off her hat, and was considering the question of dinner or no dinner, that she remembered that another day had passed, and she was not a whit nearer being able to pay her tomorrow’s bill. She felt this was the sensible way out of this oddly sinister situation. With a finger crooked in his side-pocket, she measured her step with his, her senses still dizzy from the echo of the magic sounds.
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