’ He added on a teasing note, ‘Though if there’s anything suspicious we can always get the key from Pottiswick. "I cannot do it. There were moments when she thought of turning upon this man and talking to him. What'll we call him—Rollo?"—ironically. She went down, flushed and light-hearted, to the Widgetts’ after lunch to make some final arrangements and then, as soon as her aunt had retired to lie down for her usual digestive hour, took the risk of the servants having the enterprise to report her proceedings and carried her bag and hold-all to the garden gate, whence Teddy, in a state of ecstatic service, bore them to the railway station. It seemed incredible that she and her aunt were, indeed, creatures of the same blood, only by a birth or so different beings, and part of that same broad interlacing stream of human life that has invented the fauns and nymphs, Astarte, Aphrodite, Freya, and all the twining beauty of the gods. They were standing face to face now upon the hearthrug. Gerald lost his head. ‘That is true,’ Melusine conceded. " "Anything, my dear," replied Wood, "What is it?" "Bury us together in one grave in Willesden churchyard. You’re a good friend. ‘I do not see at all.
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