He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. For aught I know, they may be in the neighbourhood at this moment. Wood heard the cry. ’ Melusine’s heart leapt, and as swiftly clattered into dead stillness as the implication of the second name hit home. The cultivated indifference, which was part of the armour of his little world fell away from him. "He seems infatuated about the lad," observed Wild. She had never heard anything so unholy.
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