’ Hilary’s brows shot up. She saw, twenty yards down the platform, the shiny hat and broad back and inimitable swagger of Ramage. Her arms and feet were uncovered, and of almost skeleton thinness. There’s something—puppyish in a man’s usual attitude to women. Fortescue rambled round the garden with soft, propitiatory steps, the Corinthian nose upraised and his hands behind his back, pausing to look long and hard at the fruit-trees against the wall. There is no poison that would affect her. And experience was slow in coming. ‘Yes, dear Nan, a flirtation. Melusine gritted her teeth.
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