For an instant, Melusine watched him go. Accordingly, when she arrived at the Shovels, with which, as an old haunt in her bygone days of wretchedness she was well acquainted, instead of entering the principal apartment, which she saw at a glance was crowded with company of both sexes, she turned into a small room on the left of the bar, and, as an excuse for so doing, called for something to drink. The asylum was approached by a broad gravel walk, leading through a garden edged on either side by a stone balustrade, and shaded by tufted trees. To go to him, to console him! But she stirred not from her hiding place. It was Ramage, the occupant of the big house at the end of the Avenue. It was shameful, but again, her mother had prepared her for it. ‘Who is that man? What has he to do with you? No, don’t tell me. "I had to give in to him.
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