” She said and began to pace the hard dirt. But Melusine’s own words had thrown an idea into her head. "Good-bye!" For a moment Ruth was tempted to fling herself against the withered bosom; but long since she had learned repression. "And now, mark me. Melusine tapped on it. ‘Bête. Can't I make you understand? Perhaps it sounds cruel to you; but we women often have to be cruel defensively. ” She said. ’ She turned and swept away from him, pacing the length of the room to the window Gerald had unshuttered.
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