” “The good God!” Anna murmured, herself shaken with fear. She found an old drunk wandering the streets. He began shoveling dirt over the bodies. “What’s the objection?” “I suppose she ought to know?” said Gwen to her mother, trying to alter the key of the conversation. This formidable person, who was no other than the renowned Figg, the "Atlas of the sword," as he is termed by Captain Godfrey, had removed his hat and "skull covering," and was wiping the heat from his bepatched and closeshaven pate. The curtain before one mystery was torn aside, and she saw in reality what lay behind the impulse that had led her into the young man's room. Ten years of military life had taught him caution, but only strengthened a fearless zest for diving into any promising adventure with unalloyed enjoyment. And you’d better have her fetch in some food for the missie, an’ all. ’ ‘I didn’t say I did not enjoy it,’ Gerald protested. She rolled to one side. The young man was mollified by her sympathy, and flattered by the obvious attempts of several of the other guests to draw him into conversation. When they made love, he seemed to shift into the realm of possessiveness. Moving to the shuttered window, Melusine dragged the heavy drapes back.
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