His face was a little flushed perhaps, and his small, brown eyes were bright. While he was thus occupied, Thames, prompted by an unaccountable feeling of curiosity, took up the penknife which the other had just used, and examined the haft. Perhaps I ate something spoiled for breakfast. CHAPTER X. “You!” said Ann Veronica. ’ Melusine was beginning to fill with dread and a burgeoning of anger as the meaning behind his words began to penetrate. This child at once alarmed and thrilled them.
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