“It is part of the irony of life,” he said. ’ Melusine looked from his coarse red features to the pistol, and froze inside as she recognised his intention. He was ill at ease, though he would not have confessed his disquietude even to himself. I say, I'll take the yarn over and read it to McClintock. His analytical bent saved him many times, though he was not sensitive to this. And here he was, but a hundred yards away, this wastrel who trailed his genius through the mud. ‘Yes, ma’am,’ agreed Gerald with a grin. Yet here you are, and at precisely the right moment, too. ’ ‘Oh, she’ll be safe enough, Gerald. ’ ‘She once more,’ came in disgust from the girl on the bed. He never said hello, as if it had become a personal taboo for him. At this point Lucy, in an effort perhaps—foolhardy, in Gerald’s opinion—to pour oil on troubled waters, rose swiftly to her feet and came towards the old man, her hand held out.
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