It seemed as if each time her
imagination reached out investingly, an invisible lash beat it back. The curtain before one mystery was torn aside, and she saw in reality
what lay behind the impulse that had led her into the young man's room. Chapter XVI
THE DISCOMFITURE OF SIR JOHN
Sir John looked from one to the other of the two sisters. I jumped then—I
was not even shaken. As she approached, the carpenter's wife eyed
her from head to foot, in the hope of finding something in her person or apparel
to quarrel with. Certainly, there wasn't a thing
in the pockets. “I feel justified then,” he said, “in annexing his chair. She was faint from
hunger, her head spinning into dizziness, the blood
madness readying for battle. There was already a score or more of people there, some standing up and talking
together, others seated in chairs ranged along the wall. I want you beyond measure or reckoning. What the devil is her name, now we
know she isn’t you?’
‘Yolande,’ supplied Melusine.
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