The attempt was unsuccessful. Annabel had spoken calmly enough and steadily, but his brain refused at first to accept the full meaning of her words. "How sweet these roses are! Shall I put them into water?" "Put them where they came from," replied Mrs. " "I wish I could, Joan," returned the carpenter, sadly. Martin’s eyes seemed about to pop out of his head. Though they do, in secret, I believe. ’ ‘Hélas, poor you,’ Melusine rejoined sarcastically. It was denied him, for as he closed his eyes—though but for an instant—the whole scene of his former visit to the place rose before him. She went on her way now no longer dreaming and appreciative, but disturbed and unwillingly observant behind her mask of serene contentment.
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