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I won’t try. It was Ennison who for the rest of his visit was quiet and subdued. One morning he caught her hand suddenly and kissed it. And so your Melusine is busy trying to prove that she is the real one. ‘Yes, but I’m probably chasing moonbeams. It was not due to shyness: it was the inherent instinct of the Woman, a protective fear that she must retain some elements of mystery in order to hold the interest of the male. Before retracing his steps, however, he allowed his gaze to range over the vast and beautiful prospect spread out beneath him, which is now hidden, from the traveller's view by the high walls of the General Cemetery, and can, consequently, only be commanded from the interior of that attractive place of burial,—and which, before it was intersected by canals and railroads, and portioned out into hippodromes, was exquisite indeed. The road from Surbiton and Epsom ran under the arch, and, like a bright fungoid growth in the ditch, there was now appearing a sort of fourth estate of little redand-white rough-cast villas, with meretricious gables and very brassy windowblinds. You must come and tell me all about it, although I am not sure whether we shall forgive you for not having written to any of us.
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