I want to be your knight, your servant, your protector, your—I dare scarcely write the word—your husband. Before the congregation separated, the clergyman descended from the pulpit; and, followed by the coffin-bearers and mourners, and by Jack at a respectful distance, entered the churchyard. For some seconds of voluminous thinking they looked at the ring between them, and neither spoke. ’ ‘He said!’ Melusine uttered scornfully. She dreaded living off the land again, like an animal, as she had done for dozens of years at a stretch. Perhaps," she added, in a whisper, as she appropriated the beforenamed article, "he has a pocket-book. “Not home yet, miss,” the young man replied. She had done forever with the Age of Chivalry, and her own base adaptations of its traditions to the compromising life.
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