“Good evening, Dorling,” he said. ’ Melusine jumped up, full of new hope, all the earlier clouds vanishing from her horizon. At the same moment a martial flourish, proceeding from cow's horns, tin canisters filled with stones, bladders and cat-gut, with other sprightly, instruments, was struck up, and, enlivened by this harmonious accompaniment, the troop reached its destination in the best possible spirits for an encounter. But we must not anticipate the course of events. Melusine, starved of colour for years, revelled in it. "I can do without it," muttered Jack. He walked through the misty September night to his rooms. His face was a little flushed perhaps, and his small, brown eyes were bright. Coolly and gingerly, she kissed it as it stood at its hard angle from his body.
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