He liked to draw her in, and
she did her best to talk. ’
‘But tell,’ demanded Melusine impatiently. He
had no use for Ann Veronica; he had never had a use for her since she had been
too old to sit upon his knee. It moved a trifle, stepping back and lifting an arm to rub the sleeve against the
glass. Sheila grabbed the gun and laughed
hysterically, brandishing the weapon and baying like a
bear. ’ He called through the library door. Taken altogether, his physiognomy resembled
one of those vagabond heads which Murillo delighted to paint, and for which
Guzman d'Alfarache, Lazarillo de Tormes, or Estevanillo Gonzalez might have
sat:—faces that almost make one in love with roguery, they seem so full of
vivacity and enjoyment. “You, too,” he said abruptly. “Did you—did you really think that they would take you for a Frenchman?” she
exclaimed. He would
discuss something she had been reading, and he would give her some
unexpected angle, setting a fictional character before her with astonishing
clearness. As the woollendraper's back was towards him, he did not perceive him, but continued his
passionate addresses. “As my lady wills. ’
They passed through a little antechamber, and Melusine sighed with relief as
she entered the library next door.
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