Having disposed of his steed and
swallowed a glass of brandy, without taking any other refreshment, he threw
himself on a couch, where he sank at once into a heavy slumber. ’
Quick remorse raced through Melusine’s veins, but she hit back strongly. We close the chapter. The real Ruth was as completely hidden as
though she stood behind the walls of Agra Fort. There are sentimental and traditional deferences and
reverences, I know, between father and son; but that’s just exactly what prevents
the development of an easy friendship. Supposing that was it; at least, a solution to part of this
amazing riddle? Supposing her father had made her assist him in the care of the
derelicts solely to fill her with loathing and abhorrence for mankind?
"Didn't you despise the men your father brought home—the beachcombers?"
"No. She felt terribly modern,
even sporty as the magazines declared you should be. ‘Got you!’
‘You!’ Stunned, Melusine moved quickly away from the tell-tale bookshelf. "
The spinsters nodded approvingly. I will tell you our plans on the way to the station. She could not judge its direction, and began to move swiftly
along the bookshelves, her hand running behind her across the spines of the calfbound volumes. But you shall swing, rascal,—you shall
swing. Had she not seen them go
forth with tracts in their pockets and grins in their beards? To set fire to his
imagination, to sting his sense of chivalry into being, to awaken his manhood,
she must present some irresistible project. She felt he was
going to say something more—something still more personal and intimate. To simplify matters, he carried a coloured paper lantern upon
which his license number was painted in Arabic numerals.
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