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"I cannot consent to it," replied Sir Rowland firmly. Determined, however, not be taken with
life, he held on. "My son! my dear, dear son!" returned Mrs. Silk. The ripple of the water against the boat, as its keel cleaves
through the stream—the darkling current hurrying by—the indistinctly-seen
craft, of all forms and all sizes, hovering around, and making their way in ghostlike silence, or warning each other of their approach by cries, that, heard from
afar, have something doleful in their note—the solemn shadows cast by the
bridges—the deeper gloom of the echoing arches—the lights glimmering from
the banks—the red reflection thrown upon the waves by a fire kindled on some
stationary barge—the tall and fantastic shapes of the houses, as discerned
through the obscurity;—these, and other sights and sounds of the same character,
give a sombre colour to the thoughts of one who may choose to indulge in
meditation at such a time and in such a place. There was first the Avenue,
which ran in a consciously elegant curve from the railway station into an
undeveloped wilderness of agriculture, with big, yellow brick villas on either
side, and then there was the pavement, the little clump of shops about the postoffice, and under the railway arch was a congestion of workmen’s dwellings. If he had imagined Melusine
would be hampered by her petticoats, he was disappointed. ’
‘You mean monsieur le baron, the General Charvill, my grandfather?’
Melusine laid aside on the table the letter she had been studying and turned so
that the frame of her nun’s wimple no longer obscured her view.
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