‘It—it is—nothing,’ she uttered jerkily. I wonder,” he added, after a moment’s pause, “whether you ever realize how young you are. To the practised eye of the waterman matters wore a very different air. “This is my way back to my side of the Park,” she said. “I wish that I could forget it,” he said. Melusine sighed with relief and set to work by the light of the lantern.
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