‘Ah, yes,’ Gerald said, jumping down from the coach and waiting for the fellow to let down the steps for Melusine, ‘I had forgotten about you. Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. A coach was also in attendance, at a little distance. And, decently as he could, McClintock was giving the man the boot. ‘What are you, a nincompoop? She was Nicholas’s wife, of course. The darkness prevented the carpenter from discerning the features or figure of the stranger; and the ceaseless din precluded the possibility of holding any communication by words with him. After the first onset several of the women who had apartments to let said she would not do for them, and in effect dismissed her. After all—’ ‘Yes, but I do not wish to see him,’ Melusine protested.
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