‘But can you? You don’t know Melusine for Mary Remenham’s daughter, any
more than I do. He lost control of the machine, was upset and nearly killed. You’re
dealing with me now, not Gerald. The chair is in the veranda. The picture in her mind altered and she saw again the way
Gerald had looked with consternation upon the bruises he had inflicted on her
wrist. ”
The girl received this intimation in silence, but the face that looked down
upon the gas fire took an expression of obstinacy that brought out a hitherto
latent resemblance between parent and child. Anna,
who was disposed to be sharply critical, could find no fault with it. "
"There was Father," suggested Angelina gently. "
"You trusted too much to your own skill, Jack," rejoined Thames.
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