” “I thought I was old enough,” she gasped, between laughter and crying. With his chisel so fine, tra la! "There!" cried the boy, leaping from the stool, and drawing back a few paces on the bench to examine his performance,—"that'll do. Why can’t you let it be?’ Gerald grinned at him. Her father was holding her waist, smiling. ‘And me—’ ‘You, mademoiselle, are more trouble than you’re worth, and I’ll thank you to —’ ‘Hilary, don’t,’ said Lucy, and Melusine’s rising temper cooled a little.
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