’ ‘Yes, do so,’ rejoined Melusine enthusiastically. In each corner stood a stout square post reaching to the ceiling. It was the end, she told herself, fiercely. No other man should touch her; she was Hoddy's, body and soul, in this life and after. She grew perhaps a shade paler, and she glanced out into the street, where her four-wheeler cab, laden with luggage, was still waiting. The warm September sun fell strongly on this part of the grounds, uninterrupted by trees, its light bouncing off the glass in the mansion’s walls.
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