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She occupied a small sofa, a little apart, a ruddy-complexioned gentleman some years her senior beside her, and glanced about with an air of considerable unease. But for the next few days he avoided Cheveney like the plague. I went to the theatre that night. "Be it as you please," replied Winifred. Melusine stepped back a pace, her gaze fixed on the vision before her. Her father and her husband, who had both been a little pale at their first encounter, were growing now just faintly flushed. But such is the perversity of the human that frequently thereafter he purposely crooked the part in his hair, to give her the excuse to fetch the comb. He worried me to marry him. He's a Welshman, and I wouldn't for a trifle that any accident befel him. Her roving eagerness was at all times shaded with shyness, reserve, repression. He was pretty successful in Manchester,—a town which may be said to have been the head-quarters of the disaffected. CHAPTER II. Only I just want him. I can't give you my hand; but you may take it.
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