Sheppard returned no answer. His attention was focused on Melusine’s transfixed stare and he forgot to say any of the things he had planned to say. A disagreeable young man, with red hair and a loose mouth, seated at the reporter’s table, was only too manifestly sketching her. “This is MY thing,” said Ann Veronica, softly, with thoughtful eyes upon him. She came back with two women, one in each arm, which she threw down like sticks as she alit onto the stone causeway. ” He saw her into the train at Waterloo, and stood, a tall, grave figure, with hat upraised, as the carriage moved forward slowly and hid him. "Why came she here?" "She could not resist the hand of fate which drew her hither," replied Sir Cecil, mournfully. CHAPTER XVII.
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