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Chapter 19

           ShewillnodoubtproveasamusingasMademoiselleDerinoinherway.Ishallringthebellandaskifsheisathome."

           Headvancedtowardsthecreeper-coveredporch—butIstoodback,mortifiedandsullen,determinednottoaccompanyhiminsidethehouseifhewereadmitted.Suddenlyablithepealofmusicallaughtersoundedthroughtheair,andaclearvoiceexclaimed—

           "OhTricksy!Youwickedboy!Takeitbackdirectlyandapologise!"

           Luciopeeredthroughthefence,andthenbeckonedtomeenergetically.

           "Theresheis!"hewhispered,"Thereisthedyspeptic,sour,savageoldblue-stocking—there,onthelawn—byHeaven!—she’senoughtostriketerrorintotheheartofanyman—andmillionaire!"

           Ilookedwherehepointed,andsawnothingbutafair-hairedwomaninawhitegown,sittinginalowbasket-chair,withatinytoyterrieronherlap.Theterrierwasjealouslyguardingalargesquaredog-biscuitnearlyasbigashimself,andatalittledistanceoffsatamagnificentrough-coatedStBernard,wagginghisfeatherytailtoandfro,witheverysignofgood-humourandenjoyment.Thepositionwasevidentataglance—thesmalldoghadtakenhishugecompanion’sbiscuitfromhimandhadconveyedittohismistress—acaninejokewhichseemedtobeappreciatedandunderstoodbyallthepartiesconcerned.ButasIwatchedthelittlegroup,IdidnotbelievethatshewhomIsawwasMavisClare.

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