’ ‘Hélas, poor you,’ Melusine rejoined sarcastically. "The gentleman is a stranger to me, Poll," replied the woollen-draper, with increased embarrassment. ’ The door closed behind them both and Gerald was alone with Melusine. She was quite unconcerned. They sat on a wooden bench that overlooked the less aromatic part of the lake, deeper and not as frequented by geese. ‘Don’t concern yourself, Hilary. She guarded her mother, or at least she had liked to think so.
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