The Woman, the Man, and the Monster
“Yes, sir. I brought the wheel down with me. We shall be ready to-morrow.”
“Ah, well, don’t hurry. See that you make a good job of it. You remember my cousin, John?” He bowed towards Andromeda, who advanced smiling. “I am trying to persuade her to travel with us.”
“Yes, sir.”
“But [I’m sure you don’t remember me, John,” she said.
“T think so, my lady. You came a cropper at Newland’s Corner?”
“Yes, an awful cropper.”
J. Smales did not realise the inner meaning of those words, but his round eyes opened sym- pathetically.
“I hope your ladyship is feeling quite well now?” he inquired ‘solicitously.
“Never better in my life, thank you. Will you have a glass of wine?”
“Do, John,” insisted Perseus, who noticed the hesitation in John’s manner.
“Thank you, my lady; thank you, sir.”
With her own hands Andromeda poured it
out and brought it to him. He drank as one
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