She threw out a hand to stop herself from cannoning into them and, losing balance, tripped over her own petticoats and fell to the carpeted floor, her hat falling off as she did so. Hidden menace; a prescience of something dreadful about to happen. “I know. The fact is I was so glad to see you again that it never occurred to me that a little discretion might be advisable. You belong to me, and I have waited long enough. ’ Melusine’s heart leapt, and as swiftly clattered into dead stillness as the implication of the second name hit home. ’ She bit her lip, frowning. By and by—as the paroxysm subsided and he became motionless—she stole back to the bungalow to wait. Jack may be capable of much that is wicked, but he would never lift his hand against his friend,—of that I am assured.
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