Left to himself, he took a survey of the room, and his heart leaped as he beheld over the, chimney-piece, a portrait of himself. The very blank, however, affected him more deeply than if it had been left. ‘You make a game with me, I think. ’ Noting the twinkle in her great-aunt’s eye, Melusine forebore to comment, grateful to Lucilla for adjuring Captain Roding to give an account of himself. But here she met with a check. “When are you going away?” He asked. The dusky obscurity of the room was twice welcome.
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