” Part 11 They sat for a time without speaking a word, in an enormous shining globe of mutual satisfaction. I'm sure she'll let me go, though. That is what my mother used to call me. I don’t mean I’m not a good woman—I mean that I’m not a GOOD woman. ” “Ye—e—es. There was more to be told, and this was as good a time as any. It’s true. He was conscious of a peculiar pleasure in sitting there and thinking of those few hours which already were becoming to assume a definite importance in his mind—a place curiously apart from those dry-as-dust images which had become the gods of his prosaic life. The intruder was handsomely, even richly, attired in a scarlet riding-suit, embroidered with gold; a broad belt, to which a hanger was attached, crossed his shoulders; his boots rose above his knee, and he carried a laced hat in his hand. ’ Melusine turned, an irrepressible giggle escaping her lips as she thought of the Mother Abbess in the convent at Blaye. Faugh!” She took up the last morsel of roll, and held it delicately between her long slim fingers.
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