It was still too dark for reading, but she could see well enough to note the number of the last page—fifty-six. They talked for the better part of an hour, and at last walked together to the junction of highroad and the bridle-path. She wondered wildly why she had stood up. ’ ‘Do not hope it,’ returned Melusine, snapping uncontrollably. “Come,” she said. " "Rather behind me;" and he spoke no more that morning. Everything had so far come to pass as the withered old Kanaka woman had foretold.
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