‘Can’t you trust me a little?’ His touch sent shivers running through her, but Melusine did not withdraw her hand. “And yet you still live, Butterfly. You’ll have to find someone else. The trader you spoke about: he disliked your father, didn't he? Well, he probably played your father a horrible practical joke. And, though neither peace nor innocence can be restored to my bosom; though tears cannot blot out my offences, nor sorrow drown my shame; yet, knowing that my penitence is sincere, I do not despair that my transgressions may be forgiven. I want to hammer myself against all this that pens women in. She had agonized over it for weeks. After knocking for some time at the door without effect, he tried the latch, and to his surprise found it open. ’ Melusine wrenched her wrists out of his hold and stepped back, digging into her skirts, which she had adequately prepared some days ago. ’ He regarded her thoughtfully.
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