Wood, Sir," he added, with much emotion, "is one of the best of men, and would be the happiest, were it not that—" and he hesitated. For the past four weeks mirrors had been her delight, a new toy. Melusine did not pause, but reached down to grasp the hilt of his sword and lift it. She was a lone white woman, therefore marked. I give myself to you. As Gosse pushed her around it, she felt his hold about her of necessity loosen slightly.
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