”
He shrugged his shoulders. ’
‘The horse?’ echoed Melusine. She could see over a waist high stone wall into the
miniature courtyard, complete with benches only a small
child could sit upon, one which had been broken in half,
its two pieces left unjoined on the sandy ground. ”
She thought more and more along that line. "
"No doubt, my dear," acquiesced the carpenter, "no doubt. In vain did the woollendraper offer to set him free if he would restore the stolen article, or give up his
associate, to whom it was supposed he might have handed it. I couldn’t help the thought. ”
“Won’t you postpone the attempt, then?” he said gallantly, “until I have done
something to deserve your gratitude? You will not forget—seven-thirty, Café
Maston, Boulevard des Italiennes. Her eyes were
perhaps a little brighter than usual, the firelight played about her hair, there
seemed to him to be a sudden softening of the straight firm mouth.
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