She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s shop that led to the field path to her home. Another long interval elapsed. That blow made me a thief. “Do you play an instrument?” “I play the fiddle sometimes. We came on here at once. EPOCH THE SECOND. ’ He turned to Melusine, ignoring the indignant protest that greeted his words. He loaded the launch with a thousand pounds—all she could carry—and started home immediately after sundown; but even then he lost from a hundred to a hundred and fifty pounds before he had the stuff cached in McClintock's bamboo-covered sawdust pit. The comments on the makeover lessened but were replaced by long admiring glances by boys who had never before given her the time of day. 181 < 22 > MICHELLE’S STORY The week at school was mostly uneventful save Michelle’s enthusiasm and constant ploys for attention.
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