Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. There’s the internal factor as well as the external. The clouds were nearly black with rain, threatening to spill sleet in daggers and torrents. Wrenching his hands from her shoulders, she thrust them away and leapt up from the chair. ‘Like a vision she were. It is so difficult. It is you who took my name, not I yours. “Please come home. Crack went the whip, and away floundered the heavy vehicle through the deep ruts of the ill-kept road, or rather lane, (for it was little better,) which, then, led across Southampton Fields. Men ought not to idealize any woman. I have been thinking—I will go to my wife again. John laughed even harder, his eyes misting over. But Miss Mary and me—’ Melusine looked up as the woman broke off again. To think of him as loving her would make all that different.
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