’ The one ray of light lifted Melusine’s gloom a little and she smiled. "Go on. Hogarth, didn't I see you last night at the ridotto with Lady Thornhill and her pretty daughter?" "Me!—no, Sir," stammered Hogarth, colouring. She lingered over donning her winter coat, buttoning each toggle and placket, double knotting her long scarf. She thought of leaving the Beck house less and less these days, though the suitcase remained packed underneath her creaky bed.
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