‘Forgive me, Mrs Sindlesham, but do you tell me this inheritance that Melusine has fought so hard to recover is completely wasted?’ The old lady gave him a sharp look. A little exclamation of surprise escaped Ennison. Each manuscript was like the other: the same lovely treatment of an unlovely subject. “You permitted me then to call you my friend. "I wouldn't force him for the world: but if he don't tip the stivers, may I be cursed if he don't get a taste of the aqua pompaginis. But at the beginning of the affray, when he thought every one was too much occupied with his own concerns to remark his absence, he slipped out of the room, not for the purpose of avoiding the engagement (for cowardice was not one of his failings), but because he had another object in view. ’ All at once Mrs Sindlesham looked across at him, a sharp question in her eyes. For a few days he was able to relegate his conscience to the background.
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