At the present moment she was living in a world of her own creation, a carnival of brave men and fair women, characters out of the tales she had so newly read for the first time. The library was on the ground floor, Melusine recalled from the previous visit, for she had searched through a desk in a room filled with bookshelves of leatherbound volumes. " "You have made no such arrangements as will compromise me, I hope, Sir Rowland?" said Wild, hastily. Once again, he passed his hand over the surface and carefully noted all the obstacles. "Jack!" she cried, raising her head. Catch him, she begged silently. "I don't think you could find in your heart to quarrel with any one, Winny; much less with a person whom I like so much as Jack Sheppard. The room was reeling, or was it that she was going to faint? She recovered herself with a supreme effort.
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