He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black
pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. He did
not pocket it, but sat hefting it lightly from hand to hand, watching the girl
thoughtfully. I have held people spellbound—in confidence, so that we
may be sure of its spreading like wildfire—with an account of all Melusine’s
activities, and—’
Horror filled Melusine and she jumped up. ’
The breathy laugh came, and Madame Valade abandoned her fan. Ennison listened, and his eyes glowed. If I told you the facts, I expect, since you are
in love with me, you’d explain the whole business as being very fine and
honorable for me—the Higher Morality, or something of that sort. He had looked at it before without comprehension. One
married as he wished and one against his wishes, and now here was Ann
Veronica, his little Vee, discontented with her beautiful, safe, and sheltering
home, going about with hatless friends to Socialist meetings and art-class
dances, and displaying a disposition to carry her scientific ambitions to
unwomanly lengths. “I am a fool,” he said. His eyes were bright
with the hunt. I want to talk to him and go about with him.
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