The figure she had longed to see came into her line of vision, but at this crucial moment of hideous realisation, Melusine barely took it in, her eyes fixing blankly on the man behind. A dull light shone through the open window blinds and softened the room with parchment yellowness. For a long time even the strong pipe tobacco (with which McClintock supplied him) possessed a coconut flavour. And now she had sent Jack away. ‘I suppose he isn’t this Leonardo you spoke of?’ ‘Certainly he is not Leonardo. " "You are very kind, Sir," returned the widow, "but I require no support. He touched her hand, soft and cool to his fingers—she turned at once to look at him. Wood the best of wives. Sheppard, fixing her glazing eyes upon him.
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