‘Melusine, if you don’t let go my hand—’ He broke off as she dragged a pocket handkerchief from her sleeve. Aren’t I asking—asking plainly now?. . It was now getting dusk, and he could only imperfectly distinguish the features and figure of the stranger. The general did what he might to hush it up, and paid handsomely to manage it, I daresay. It was just upon the stroke of nine as he entered the Lodge, and Mr. Side by side with the cheese (its never-failing accompaniment, in all seasons, at the carpenter's board) came a tankard of swig, and a toast. " "Take a glass of gin, Ma'am," cried Poll Maggot, holding up a bottle of spirit; "it used to be your favourite liquor, I've heard. How I wish I might meet this delightful mystery lady of yours.
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