It was an unspoken curfew in the Beck house on week nights. A moment before, the surface of the stream was black as ink. But she disapproved more and more of her own mental austerity. The clock struck half-past ten. Lucilla shoved Roding out of the way so that she could take hold of Melusine’s hands again. You are a great deal more like what I was a few months ago than I am now. Swiftly she ran her hands over the carvings, trying to find the lever to the secret panel again. Anna’s face however was wholly impassive. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street.
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