“I am not in need of any. ‘Will you—what was it?—“blow off his head”?’ Melusine eyed her, a little uncertain. Then a handkerchief was thrown over the cage, to prevent the bird from singing; it was her favourite canary. ” She laughed gaily—and she had a way when she laughed of throwing back her head and showing her beautiful white teeth, so that mirth from her was a thing very much to be desired. The brain tires of resistance, and when it meets again and again, incoherently active, the same phrases, the same ideas that it has already slain, exposed and dissected and buried, it becomes less and less energetic to repeat the operation. "Miss Enschede, you're seven kinds of a brick!" "A brick?" He chuckled. She held out her arm straight before her, and turned her hand this way and that. "I was coming to give you intelligence of a comical trick played by this rascal, when I find him here—the last place, I own, where I should have expected to find him.
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