Melusine turned and turned, unable to imagine just where the secret door
could be. A dovecoloured kincob gown, embroidered with large trees, and made very low in front,
displayed to the greatest possible advantage, the rounded proportions of her
figure; while a high-heeled, red-leather shoe did not detract from the symmetry
of a very neat ankle, and a very small foot. Mere hangers on. No work that
offered was at all of the quality she had vaguely postulated for herself. "Take care of your charge. There are some papers I have to look through to-night—important
papers. Wood, contemptuously. But—it’s one of the things I’ve
just been thinking over. Wood, meantime, had not remained idle. He thought he
heard a scraping sound as he turned the handle.
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