John turned toward the short staircase as she alit upon the first creaky step. ’ ‘What matters it?’ cried Melusine impatiently. Cathy sighed. And she was about as capable of intelligent argument as a runaway steam-roller. “John! Welcome! Happy Thanksgiving!” Cathy cried, ushering him deeper into the house. Here lay a heap of knockers of all sizes, from the huge lion's head to the small brass rapper: there, a collection of sign-boards, with the names and calling of the owners utterly obliterated. I suppose most of our daughters would marry organ-grinders if they had a chance—at that age.
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