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One of these, a lady, evidently a confirmed invalid, and attired in deep mourning, reclined upon a sort of couch, or easy chair, set on wheels, with her head supported by cushions, and her feet resting upon a velvet footstool. If I were to marry you now I should feel a dependent being all my life—a sort of parasitical creature without blood or muscle. This hand consigned him to destruction, but another was stretched forth to save him. ‘You would say that already then you love me?’ His glance was a caress and Melusine’s resolve weakened. These were so outside her experience that she found it possible to thrust them almost out of sight by saying they would be “all right” in confident tones to herself. “If I had three hands,” she said, with a faint smile, “I would give one to each of you.
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