. ‘Could she have been a spy, after
all?’
‘Oh, she’s not a spy,’ Gerald answered, almost absently. But in a moment, it was tucked under
his arm and, raising the pistol again, he gestured towards the door opposite the
one where Melusine stood. Supper was
spaghetti and Italian sausage that night. ‘What in God’s
name do you think you’re playing at?’
‘Let me alone, man,’ Gerald muttered under his breath. Better come
another morning. This was his sister, evidently in the last extremity. He
hated travelling second-class with her—indeed, he never did—but he also
disliked travelling in the same train when his daughter was in an inferior class,
because of the look of the thing. “What a hideous
repertoire! If you are in earnest about wanting to earn money, why on earth don’t
you accept an engagement here?”
“An engagement?” she queried. She did not wince. “It’s jolly,” he said,
“to feel you have come to me. Do look at this tragedy in
mauve, who has just come in.
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