But it is my fault. The lad had just barely jangled it, when hurrying footsteps could be heard inside. He groaned, much to Melusine’s relief. There were one or two bitter moments in his life when he had been made to feel that gentility laid on with a brush may sometimes crack and show weak places—that deportment and breeding are after all things apart. The lady grasped it more firmly and turned it upon Hilary. One glance through the window at that picturesque head had been sufficient. A fresh cool breeze blew in their faces.
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