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“I’m going to kill your weakness for you. ’ ‘Quite right, Gerald,’ approved Lucilla. The little streaks upon the germinating area of an egg, the nervous movements of an impatient horse, the trick of a calculating boy, the senses of a fish, the fungus at the root of a garden flower, and the slime upon a sea-wet rock—ten thousand such things bear their witness and are illuminated. It is just the aim I have had in view all the time. ’ He scratched his chin as if he thought about it, but covertly kept a careful study of what he could see of her face. Á bientot—Melusine. Every house-top, every window, every wall, every projection, had its occupants. ” “When?” “At tea. “Do you know,” she confessed, “I never thought of that?” He looked at her as though doubting even now whether she could possibly be in earnest. The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous. I love you—unendurably. But now that this bar is removed, I trust I may, without impropriety, urge it.
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