Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. It is quite outrageous of me to go about rescuing a damsel in distress—’ ‘Who does not in the least wish to be rescued,’ put in Melusine. Once or twice she commented upon it, but she knew that it was resultant of his fear of her impending departure. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. If you live, well and good; if you die, well and good. After the usual laconic greetings, he drew him on one side. He was absolutely unable to focus his ideas. McClintock watched her interestedly until her golden head vanished below; then, with tolerant pity, he looked down at Spurlock, who had closed his eyes.
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