“I am going to America. ” The lights were lowered, and an attentive waiter hovered round Anna’s cloak. Wood from pressing his suit long ago. She came along with the fluttering assurance of some tall ship. ’ ‘Then Gérard may come back,’ Melusine cried involuntarily on a sudden rising hope. Rot, no doubt; but we can’t alter it. He looked at it with uplifted eyebrows, but made no remark. “Is this hansom for me?” she said. She traveled through back yards and quiet side streets on her way home, careful to avoid the main thoroughfares, fraught as they were with people in cars who would recognize her person or notice her dress. He wore a battered sunhelmet, a loin-cloth and a pair of dilapidated canvas shoes. ‘You are, I think, a gentleman, no?’ Gerald bowed. Following him, and acting out of instinct rather than intent, Melusine took a firm grasp of the gilt frame with both hands, lifted it high in the air and, with a shrieking curse, brought it down hard.
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