“It was only yesterday I had your letter, and you never mentioned coming over. ‘Can’t you trust me a little?’ His touch sent shivers running through her, but Melusine did not withdraw her hand. He even hugged her a few times, something he had never done. You have watched all the uncouth creations of my brain come sprawling out upon the canvas, and besides, we have been companions. At the corner of Liquorpond Street stood the old Hampstead coach-office; and, on the night in question, a knot of hostlers, waggoners, drivers, and stable-boys was collected in the yard. ‘As to Gérard, I do not know why he does this. Oh, and only look at those stains,’ cried Miss Froxfield, gesturing at the blood on the ruffles to the sleeves of Melusine’s riding-habit, and on the chemise she wore under it. Her pat answer to all inquiries was, “I let my sister Shari make me over,” while she kept from staring at her own reflection in the shiny shoes past her bare knees. She stood among them, watching them and feeling curiously alien to them. “It isn’t only the dance,” she said.
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