. He did not pocket it, but sat hefting it lightly from hand to hand, watching the girl thoughtfully. She had, it was true, accepted doubtfully the pen he had offered. Sheppard, faintly. ’ The one ray of light lifted Melusine’s gloom a little and she smiled. I thought you might like to see. How she had hated it!… All these mumblings which were never explained, which carried no more sense to her brain than they would have carried to Old Morgan's swearing parrot.
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