‘Believe it or not, I do it for pleasure. ” “Very sad—very sad indeed,” he remarked uneasily. “The fellow is not such a blackguard, after all. " And springing backwards, he darted suddenly through the door. " "So she was," replied the woollen-draper, helping himself to an enormous pinch of snuff with the air of a man who does not dislike to be rallied about his gallantry,—"so she was. ‘Melusine, don’t sit there. ” Anna laughed softly. I am aware that you ran away from there, but—’ ‘Certainly I ran away,’ she said, meeting his gaze with defiance in her own. ’ ‘That depends, that does,’ said Trodger guardedly. . But I expect him back every minute. CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon.
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