Melusine tilted her head to catch sight of her neck, and froze, staring at the image. Ramage went up the Avenue, and she hurried along the path with a beating heart and a disagreeable sense of unsolved problems in her mind. Well, they’d got to the pheasants, and in a little while he would smoke. At sunset the swarming abruptly ceased; even the sampans appeared to draw closer together, with the quiet of water-fowl. She was trembling a little.
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