“I wrote it for you. What a treat to see all the old tabbies taken at fault for once!’ ‘You are a dreadful child,’ scolded Mrs Sindlesham, with which Melusine could not but agree, despite the dimple rioting in her great-aunt’s cheek. ” “Yes, you have a sharp mind. . You fooled me this morning; but I overheard two old maids talking about you and the young man. You are not ‘Alcide. I'll not speak of Jack or Jonathan. ” She seated herself in a loose and easy attitude and surveyed the backs of the Avenue houses; then her eyes wandered to where the new red-and-white villas peeped among the trees. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. She did not forge a note. ‘Do you know, Mademoiselle Charvill, you are a thought too clever for your own good. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. It seems to me very silly.
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