He drew her to him with his hands upon her waist. "I've done with you. Nothing is wrong that
you do. Any natural fineness would be numbed by drink. “You are coming right out into life—facing it all. “I’m not nearly so sure as
you. You see,
my riddle is solved. “Are you a special sort of clergyman,” she said, after a pause, and
looking down her nose at him, “or do you go to the Universities?”
“Oh!” he said, profoundly. The old lady’s face was stiff with anger. She
swallowed hard. ‘Why?’
‘Why take me to France? Why trouble himself with me, when so easily he
could leave me to this Monsieur Remenham to keep?’
To Melusine’s instant suspicion, Martha bit her lip, drew a breath, and avoided
her charge’s gaze.
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