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I didn't expect you home before that hour, Sir. But her words were not addressed to Melusine. The figure she had longed to see came into her line of vision, but at this crucial moment of hideous realisation, Melusine barely took it in, her eyes fixing blankly on the man behind. All this— the island and its affairs—was an old story; but her own peculiar distaste had vanished to a point imperceptible, for she was seeing the island through her husband's eyes, as in the future she would see all things. There were seven tales in all—short stories—a method of expression quite strange to her, after the immense canvases of Dickens and Hugo. She closed her eyes and felt again an echo of the swamping warmth that had attacked her when his lips met hers. ‘Alors, I see it. ’ Hilary’s gaze was raking the room.
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