Her aunt went out of the room with dignity and a rustle, and up-stairs to the fastness of her own room. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. “We will convince him now to the contrary,” Annabel answered. ’ ‘Then it is good that you do not ask me,’ Melusine snapped, and flouncing away from him, went to sit in the large chair behind the desk at the far end of the room.
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