’ Melusine was beginning to fill with dread and a burgeoning of anger as the meaning behind his words began to penetrate. She remained stonily in the middle of the hallway until the spinsters' door shut them from view … for ever. “You see,” he said, “it is doubtful if we can ever marry. “She wasn’t sane, my wife. Supposing the wire should break and her head tumble off her shoulders into the street? The whimsey caused another smile to ripple across her lips. He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable.
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