CHAPTER XVII. ’
Melusine could not regard this view with anything but scepticism. He urged his
conductors to a quicker pace to get out of sight of the distressing spectacle, and
even felt relieved when he was shut out from it and the execrations of the mob
by the walls of the little prison. Mischief bubbled
up in her. You don’t deserve it, but he does. . "
Something in the child's voice, something in her manner, warned the spinster
that her well-meaning inquisitiveness had received a set-back and that it would
be dangerous to press it forward again. "
"And what are you going to do with her, supposing I'm fool enough to take this
boy with me?"
"Send her to my people, in case she cannot find her aunt. Darrell. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. "Yes, sir," said McClintock, as he sat down; "that's South Sea stuff, that yarn of
yours.
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