"Nor any one else, I suspect," answered Ireton, winking significantly. " So there was always plenty of mail. Why? Love was a word of God's, and yet her father had denied it—denied it to the Book, denied it to his own flesh and blood. ’ ‘Yes, Hilary, do stop hustling the girl,’ put in Miss Froxfield, much to Melusine’s relief and approval.
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