“For Heaven’s sake, no,” she answered quickly. ‘Say then, Jacques, you have followed him?’ she demanded of the blackgarbed footman. ’ ‘Aye, but she don’t reckon to militiamen. "Good-bye, young man; and good luck. His face turned a dark crimson. " "A queer case;" and the doctor passed on. The strong fingers of one hand secured both her wrists there, and Melusine found herself chest to chest with him as he threw off his hat, and began to pat at her petticoat, searching for tell-tale protrusions. The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous.
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