If Winifred remained silent, her looks would have disarmed a person of less assurance than the woollen-draper. The strong fingers of one hand secured both her wrists there, and Melusine found herself chest to chest with him as he threw off his hat, and began to pat at her petticoat, searching for tell-tale protrusions. Lucy felt herself go very red in the cheeks and lowered her hand rather slowly. "Aw, piffle!" he said, half aloud and rather disgustedly, as he stepped out into the sunshine. The carpenter did not hesitate a moment.
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