’ ‘But—’ ‘Do not argue with me, but go at once,’ ordered Melusine swiftly, taking a high tone intended to subdue the independent spirit Kimble had lately shown himself to possess. In the meanwhile, as he talked, he scrutinized her face, ran his eyes over her careless, gracious poise, wondered hard about her. “What can I do?” “Go and see her. ’ ‘And your precious vicomte didn’t wish for the English one,’ said Charvill, acid in his voice. ’ ‘But you say that I was born here,’ objected Melusine. “Tell him to drive—anywhere,” she exclaimed. And she was about as capable of intelligent argument as a runaway steam-roller. “You may not leave. ‘I am entirely English.
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