“I wonder,” she
said, “why one writes him sentences like that? It’ll have to go,” she decided,
“I’ve written too many already. “Well, make sure you use something. But, as soon as he perceived who it was, he roused himself, and
glared fiercely at the intruder from under his bent brows. It wasn’t. ‘Melusine…Melusine. The
air became hot and swollen with June humidity. That added to his puzzle. “I am very glad to hear you say it,” he repeated, and refrained from further
inquiry. Anna was not “Alcide” of the
“Ambassador’s,” whose subtly demure smile and piquant glances had called him
to her side from the moment of their first meeting. Let us have no more of this
humbug.
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