I’ve got no feminine class feeling. Put out your hand and bid me God-speed. Checking an ominous cough, that, ever and anon, convulsed her lungs, the poor woman addressed a few parting words to her companion, who lingered at the doorway as if he had something on his mind, which he did not very well know how to communicate. ’ ‘But where then is Gosse?’ demanded Melusine. ’ ‘Why the devil should you be interested, I should like to know?’ rejoined Roding. ’ ‘But you are bleeding like a pig,’ came the frantic response. He folded the garments carefully and replaced them on the chair. During all their long comradeship he had never so much as ventured to hold her fingers. Not a word was uttered by the assemblage; but a hush of expectation reigned throughout. His friendship seemed a thing worth having.
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