Gerald stood quite still for a moment or two, listening intently. It was hard to part with romance, but she had never thirsted so keenly to go on with her University work in her life as she did that day. But there was only Gosse, still struggling with the picture, looking dazedly towards Melusine and the lad he had shot, then away towards the sounds of pursuit, and back again. Nothing but the constraint of social usage now linked him to her. He seemed to stay away from her because she was so cold and formal towards him, addressing him as Mister McCloskey as if she were an Irish maid.
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