Turning to Melusine, he grabbed both her wrists and held her away from him, as if afraid that she might go for him. It seemed incredible that she and her aunt were, indeed, creatures of the same blood, only by a birth or so different beings, and part of that same broad interlacing stream of human life that has invented the fauns and nymphs, Astarte, Aphrodite, Freya, and all the twining beauty of the gods. In the discussion there was the oddest mixture of things that were personal and petty with an idealist devotion that was fine beyond dispute. ‘You see, it is that my papa, he is without sympathy,’ said the lady sadly. Her fingers were bursting through her gloves, as if to get at once into touch with Ann Veronica. Standing over the pierced Rhea, Lucy bayed, a long cry that was half-scream and half-howl. Miss Miniver learned of her flight and got her address from the Widgetts. ’ ‘Woof!’ The sergeant appeared nonplussed, and Melusine pressed her advantage.
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