’ There was sense in what she said, Melusine was obliged to concede. Her spirit awoke in dismay to an affection in ruins, to the immense undignified disaster that had come to them. How to hold her, how to keep her at his side; this was the problem with which he struggled. That she was provoked by his interference was obvious. And let ush go back to our brandewyn, and hollandsche genever. It had been his fevered imagination that had endued the garment with some extraordinary value. She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless, delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like immobility. "Leave me, Sir; I insist.
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