’ Chapter Twelve In the elegantly appointed blue saloon, Melusine sat disconsolate, gazing out of the window at the dull sky. His hat was placed upon one pole, his wig on another. ” Ennison hesitated for a moment. ’ ‘The horse?’ echoed Melusine. He cupped her small hands in the bowl of his large ones and reassured her in the kindest manner, saying, “You will have the finest life that Florence has to offer. How to hold her, how to keep her at his side; this was the problem with which he struggled. Somehow. ” “Wait,” she said. In one angle of the room stood a disused fire-place, with a rusty grate and broken chimney-piece; in the other there was a sort of box, contrived between the wall and the boards, that looked like an apology for a cupboard. " "I will conduct you to the outlet," replied Jack; "but I cannot leave it till I have ascertained whether my mother also is a prisoner here. " Meanwhile, the party at the table continued drinking and chatting as merrily as before.
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