But when she was thinking it over in her room that evening vague and baffling doubts came drifting across this conviction. Wood. ‘And you!’ shrieked Melusine. She spent the morning up to ten in writing a series of unsuccessful letters to Ramage, which she tore up unfinished; and finally she desisted and put on her jacket and went out into the lamp-lit obscurity and slimy streets. ‘What are you after this time, miss?’ asked Jack. Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. Having no more patience, I drew you aside to give you a compliment on your radiant beauty.
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