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’ ‘Certainly he is not a friend,’ Melusine agreed, ‘but he has gone, after all. 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. A sophisticated woman would have translated the tone as a caress. These are the decrees of the Island of Bermuda, and I will never suffer its excellent laws to be violated. But I do not need that Gérard attend. “This is mere nonsense, mere tongue-tied fear!” she said. Only one thing emerged with any reasonable clarity in her mind at once, and that was that unless she was saved from drowning by an unmarried man, in which case the ceremony is unavoidable, or totally destitute of under-clothing, and so driven to get a trousseau, in which hardship a trousseau would certainly be “ripping,” marriage was an experience to be strenuously evaded. “I suppose you’ll come to the point soon—if there is one. ’” She played “If I Were a Rich Man,” adding syrupy trills and flourishes at every phrase. “I am going,” he said, “to be impertinent. “I regret that you should ever have proposed it,” he went on.
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