“Well?” she said, sitting down again. But this time she wanted nothing for herself: she wanted something for Hoddy—success. ‘Who the devil is Leonardo?’ demanded Roding impatiently, asking the question that had leapt into the major’s mind. It seemed to show a want of affection, to be a deliberate and unmerited disregard, to justify the reprisal of being hurt. ‘Pardon, mademoiselle, but perhaps your father went to England, after all, and —’ ‘My father went to Italy,’ interrupted Melusine, her heart tightening with the familiar sensation of loss. “NO!” she said, at last, with something in her voice that reminded Ann Veronica of a sprung tennis-racket. All about her, hither and yon, lay the enticing Unknown. Their momentary absence seemed to have worked wonders; for now the most perfect understanding appeared to subsist between them.
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