Melusine’s heart jumped and she felt heat rising into her cheeks. At the back of the house, on a bank, rose an old-fashioned terrace-garden, full of apple-trees and other fruittrees in blossom, and lively with the delicious verdure of early spring. "Do you think I'm afeard of a beggarly thief-taker and his myrmidons? Not I. "What for?" rejoined Quilt, evasively. “I imagine,” Sir John said, “that your sister would acquaint him with it.
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