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Melusine had confessed this morning, that she had borrowed his horse, that Jack had met with his accident through her fault. A gust of irrational impatience blew through her being. It's too hard. It had rained during the night, and the patch-work pavement was greasy with mud. Mary is very good, but she is too nervous to be the slightest protection. As Gosse pushed her around it, she felt his hold about her of necessity loosen slightly.
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