The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of Willesden were heard tolling for evening service. A pair of long-lashed blue eyes studied them both as she slowly brought her hands down to rest by her sides. Then Melusine jumped back into the fencer’s pose, on guard, the point of the wicked blade directed towards her enemy. The waterman sheltered his mouth with his hand while he spoke, or his voice would have been carried away by the violence of the blast. Hurrying down the Haymarket, he was arrested by a crowd who were collected round a street-singer.
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