Pramlay received them in the pretty chintz drawing-room, which opened by French windows on the trim garden, with its croquet lawn, its tennis-net in the middle distance, and its remote rose alley lined with smart dahlias and flaming sunflowers. ‘Jacques, are you dead? Jacques, do you hear me?’ Melusine put her cheek to his lips, and felt the faint warmth of his breath. It was one of the secret troubles of her mind, this grotesque twist her ideas would sometimes take, as though they rebelled and rioted. Both, however, having safely landed, they cautiously crossed the room, and passed down the first flight of steps in silence. ’ ‘Parbleu,’ exclaimed the girl, jumping up in some dudgeon. I thought I’d see Paris, do the thing—like a toff. He had a narrow escape, however; for, passing within an inch of him, the bullet burried itself deeply in the wall.
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