’ ‘But why, Marthe,’ asked Melusine, as she walked into the house. "I am here, you see," said the smith. But I have not done so, and will not. I suppose that’s the gist of the whole thing. ’ Melusine’s voice petered out. She flew up from her stool and faced the door. ’ The lashes fluttered demurely. ’ ‘I have English a little,’ the girl offered, her voice shaking as she essayed a smile and sank into a curtsy. Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters.
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