The vestry was perhaps the only room in the place, except her allotted curtained off portion of the dormitory chamber that served for her cell—and she could not scandalise the nuns by having a man in there, be he never so much a servant—where Melusine could be sure of privacy. “I don’t care what any one thinks,” said Ann Veronica. With a finger crooked in his side-pocket, she measured her step with his, her senses still dizzy from the echo of the magic sounds. His curiosity, his literary instincts, had been submerged by the recurring thought of the fool he had made of himself. Even the chattering monkeys, parrots, and parrakeets departed the fruit groves for the smelly dark of the jungle. To-morrow we'll raise our first island.
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