He leaned back in a low chair, and watched her graceful movements, the play of her white hands as she bent over some wonderful machine. Was she so bad a prospect? ‘No good, Melusine,’ said a new voice from the doorway. Nothing anyone could say or do would change him. Dim possibilities that she would not seem to look at even to herself gesticulated in the twilight background of her mind. She made a curious movement toward her niece, then suddenly, convulsively, she dabbed down something lumpy on the table and turned to follow her brother.
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