And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. McClintock watched her interestedly until her golden head vanished below; then, with tolerant pity, he looked down at Spurlock, who had closed his eyes. “You doubted me?” She joked. ‘Ah, yes? To what do I pretend?’ ‘That,’ Gerald said regretfully, ‘I have not yet been able to fathom. I am called Melusine. ’ ‘The what, miss?’ asked Kimble, frowning. "I witnessed the bet. She had neither the semi-boisterousness of the average American girl nor the chilling insolence of the English.
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