“Miss Ellicot!” Brendon echoed. She went across to the little window again, her back to Melusine. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. This was rather too much to expect; for we all know, if Mr. Passing thought. And his scarlet coat had nothing to do with it, as Hilary was fond of recounting, for he had been in civilian clothes when they met, as he was tonight.
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