‘Yes, but quite my own fault. “You mustn’t talk any more,” he said, “but I want you to listen to me just for a
moment. How can he help you?”
She threw such a look upon him that even he, Sir John Ferringhall, carpetmerchant, hide-bound Englishman, slow-witted, pompous, deliberate, felt his
heart beat to music. But he seized the
chance to entrap her fingers, fan and all, and look deeply into her eyes. Almost at once she had comprehended that she was expected to
write down her name and address, which she did, in slanting cobwebby lettering,
perhaps a trifle laboriously. “Martin Chen!” Michelle shouted his name in an
outburst, like an invocation. ’
There was no denial in Martha’s face, though Melusine longed to hear her
words contradicted. . She had heard Alice talking and crying at the same time, a painful noise.
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