Things hung for a moment in an awkward silence. Sir Rowland, who had continued absorbed in thought, with his eyes fixed upon the sloop, as she made her way slowly down the river, disembarked more leisurely. Melusine’s eyes blazed into his. As for this infatuation—it’s like some obsession, some magic thing laid upon you. Now, abruptly, they were real again, though very distant, and she had come to say farewell to them across one sundering year. ” She stopped with an air of interrogation. ” “It wouldn’t be you either. . "Get a chair, Austin.
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