And she buried herself beneath the straw, which she tossed above her head with the wildest gestures. ‘Open the door, fool!’ Then he had Melusine by the shoulders and was hustling her into the hackney. She was trying by some wonderful, secret, and motionless gymnastics to restrain her tears. He has no imagination, no real generosity.
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