Chapter VI A QUESTION OF IDENTIFICATION The little man with the closely-cropped beard and hair looked at her keenly through his gold eye-glasses. "It won't do, widow," said he, drawing near her, while she shrank from his approach, "so you may spare your breath. ’ ‘Melusine, sir,’ Gerald reminded the general, exchanging a frustrated glance with Mrs Sindlesham. The old lady’s face was stiff with anger. "No—Sheppard?" rejoined Wild. The knots and broken pale that made the garden-fence scalable, and gave access to the fields behind, were still to be traced. “You fill me with happiness, John.
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