In a little while—to-morrow—all
these tender, beautiful emotions will pass away, and I'll become what I was
yesterday, a cynical, miserly old spinster. Curiously enough nothing will persuade him
that she is not ‘Alcide. You are not my
husband. Figg! In a few minutes,
all will be over. Melusine cursed herself for his injury. Don’t look so
frightened. ’
‘I’ve a good mind to leave the pair of you to it and take myself off,’ threatened
his junior, marching across the room and snatching up a decanter. It was horrible, but what
could she do? She meant to live her own life, and he meant, with contempt and
insults, to prevent her. Perhaps it was just as well there was no inherited memory. ’
‘Did I so?’ Gerald said, amused. “It is true. “You will go and see her,” he begged. . She did her best to do this.
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