‘Gad, what a mess!’ Gerald pulled free, and Melusine broke back, staring at him. He was dressed with the utmost care, and he set his feet upon the broad walk as though the action were in some way a condescension. Once more he begged; but as Ruth only repeated her sharp command, he spun about and raced toward the jungle. The only part of his otherwise-interesting countenance, to which one could decidedly object, was the mouth; a feature that, more than any other, is conceived to betray the animal propensities of the possessor. It was equally as beautiful but not quite so fine as the daughter's. ‘You see now how dangerous it is to play this lone hand. ‘That is true,’ Melusine conceded. “I’m not the Devil.
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