On the morrow Spurlock (who was unaware that he had offered a prayer) let
down the bars to his reserve. She fell asleep instantaneously, fatigued
from weeks of exhaustion. Just as the clergyman approached the altar, she perceived a boy steal quickly into
the church, and ensconce himself behind the woollen-draper, who, in order to
carry on his amatory pursuits with greater convenience, and at the same time
display his figure (of which he was not a little vain) to the utmost advantage,
preferred a standing to a sitting posture. “Steady on!” he cried. Every now and then
something familiar in her tone, the poise of her head, the play of her eyes startled
him. What do you mean by
it, eh?’
‘But I did not send it to you,’ Melusine rejoined instantly.
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