A long shrill cat-call in the gallery seemed to be the signal. Promise me that you will not disobey the injunctions of her whose memory we must both of us ever revere. Fame of any sort was folly and she knew better. She had left for ever the cage, the galling leash: she was free. She could see that she was now the exclusive object of the boy’s attention. ’ ‘Was it yours?’ Insulted beyond bearing, Melusine lost her temper.
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