The old man Pottiswick, still grumbling, much to Melusine’s disgust, had gone on his errand to his daughter’s house some two miles distant. He grunted a little with effort, and she realised the gilt frame must be heavy. But we smirk a little, I’m afraid, habitually when we talk to you. If he died, here in this hotel, who would care? Or if she died, who would care? A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of trying to forget.
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