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E. It was Martin, she could hear his heart beat. ’ ‘Very well, Melusine, you win,’ Gerald said unguardedly, and dug his hand into his pocket. He was a thin old man, a wreck in a ruined body, but nothing would induce him to stand in any other way than as stiffly erect as possible like the soldier he had always been, even though he was obliged to lean on his silver-handled cane to do so. His hair is oddly streaked with gray —I might say a dishonourable gray. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance. He thought of her and himself, and no longer in that vein of incidental adventure in which he had begun. The same old lines and verses, over and over, until there had come times when shrieking would have relieved her. These sweeping dignities were not within the compass of her will; she remembered she liked Ramage, and owed things to him, and she was interested—she was profoundly interested.
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