’ He held out his hand to help the girl descend. “I have never forgotten. ” There was a long silence. ‘Couldn’t reconcile it with my dooty to leave you here—’ A thought made Melusine stop dead, turning to him. She got home every night in time to cook supper and it was good money. Her little white hand stole across the table. Then began expostulations, preluded by a telegram and headed by her aunt. “More coffee, hon?” She held her hand over the cup. “How do you feel?” she asked.
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