In the northwest angle, there was a small pen for female offenders, and, on the south, a more
commodious enclosure appropriated to the master-debtors and strangers. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band
in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his
handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager
solicitude. Waving a white flag, naturally. ‘Lucky I have you to keep me
from Bedlam, then. “DON’T!”
she said, and wrenched her wrist from his retaining hand. Ray Plote was most certainly feeling restless, what if
he had left the house for the evening? She needed to eat. At times he seemed to be claiming
pity from her; at times he was threatening her with her check and exposure; at
times he was boasting of his inflexible will, and how, in the end, he always got
what he wanted. ‘What was you wanting it for,
may I ask?’
‘You may not ask, for it is none of your affair,’ Melusine snapped. Paris is not the place for two young girls. 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.
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