Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome. She came quickly into the little parlour, which now seemed inordinately crowded, and coming up to Melusine, seized her hands in a warm clasp. “What were you doing outside Miss Pellissier’s flat to-night? You were looking at her windows. Mind you don't stir till supper's over. Nobody who cared.
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