All along the
wooden benches before it sat a profusion of soldiery, a collection of barbers in
attendance, busily employed in replaiting and powdering their hair ready for a
military review scheduled for this afternoon. The girl stood with her
hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair
over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than
ever like an obdurate child. As she came in this morning she saw that the lamp was still burning in the study;
so she stopped at the door. Voilà tout, as Melusine herself
would say. "I told you the prison wasn't built that could hold me," cried Jack. However, I've not told you all; for
old Van did say something about the child saving his new-found friend's life at
the time of meeting; but how that's to happen, I'm sure I can't guess.
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