CHAPTER XXI
McClintock's island was twelve miles long and eight miles wide, with the shape
of an oyster. ‘Been led up the
garden path by that confounded rapscallion. To her consternation, the sound drew her great-aunt’s attention and she threw
out a hand. “You let him touch you!” John whispered back. Or shall I ask
Colonel Anson for a few hints?”
“For Heaven’s sake no,” she declared. She was standing before a window, against
the background of the rain-burdened April sky. For the fresh and feverish hue of lip which
years ago characterised this feature, was now substituted a pure and wholesome
bloom, evincing a total change of habits; and, though the coarse character of the
mouth remained, in some degree, unaltered, it was so modified in expression,
that it could no longer be accounted a blemish. The world is like a peppery
horse. ‘What was you wanting it for,
may I ask?’
‘You may not ask, for it is none of your affair,’ Melusine snapped. That world of fine printed cambrics and escorted
maidens, of delicate secondary meanings and refined allusiveness, presented
itself to her imagination with the brightness of a lost paradise, as indeed for
many women it is a lost paradise. “Do you mean to say that you have been here ever since I came?”
“I am afraid that I must confess it,” he answered.
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