On a bench at the foot of the trees, with a pipe in his mouth, and a tankard by his side, sat the worthy carpenter, looking the picture of good-heartedness and benevolence. Living’s just material. She put her hand in his to be squeezed. “I’m glad you’re all right,” he said, “because we want you to do us a favour. ’ ‘You say—what?’ gasped Melusine. Here she walked more slowly, looking constantly at the notices in the shop windows. It was a brief solitude, however. Anna sprang to her feet and made for the dressing-room door.
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