He succeeded so well that they were almost in Montague Street before Anna stopped short. I only wish he was not a Papist and a Jacobite. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. ‘What can I do, miss?’ ‘Nothing at all,’ cried Melusine. The thought of their faces, and particularly of her aunt’s, as it would meet the fact— disconcerted, unfriendly, condemning, pained—occurred to her again and again. I see now that you make a game with me indeed. ” Sydney looked at her doubtfully. Then a hansom drove up, and his heart gave a great leap. CHAPTER XXVII His idea, cleverly planned, was to shatter her resistance, to confound her suddenly by striking her mind with words which would rob her coherent thought.
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