“We can,” he said, “and we will. Very likely you will disapprove highly of what I have done—I wonder? You may, perhaps, think I have done it just in a fit of childish petulance because my father locked me in when I wanted to go to a ball of which he did not approve. “Let us put the lamp out,” she said; “the flames are ever so much better for talking,” and Ann Veronica agreed. Her heart in her mouth, hoping against hope, Melusine made her way back to where she had left the boy. The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided.
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