It isn’t sentiment but it’s horse sense. "By my shalvation, boy," he added, fiercely, "if you don't take your hande off my peard, I'll sthrangle you. He grunted, and his grip gave. ’ Joy rose in Melusine’s bosom. He was carelessly dressed, and there were marks of unrest upon his features. But perhaps I had better get a room in an hotel to-night and look round. This is not what I want. The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of Willesden were heard tolling for evening service. E. “Yes.
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