" "Poor child!" muttered Trenchard, abstractedly; "the whole scene upon the river is passing before me. ” He extended his hand. Probably she was married years ago and is now merely on the way to her husband's house. I wonder——” He turned slowly round. " And muttering some remarks, which we do not care to repeat, reflecting upon the consistency of the sex, he was preparing once more to depart, when Mrs. “Is it your maid?” he asked. "The intelligence seems new to you. His eyes swept the company, and fell upon Melusine with a glare. Asking her way once or twice, she passed along Fleet Street into the Strand, and crossed Trafalgar Square, into Piccadilly. The servants had left the room. The houses were older, the shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the crowd, the street-like air was the same. F. ’ She looked up again and smiled sweetly.
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