"You speak English better than I do," said O'Higgins, as the coolies jogged across the bridge toward the gate. She turned back into the hall. ‘Do not think—’ he panted, ‘that I am finished—with you, mademoiselle. That is what terrified her: the consciousness that nothing in her life would be continuous, that she would no sooner form friendships (like the present) than relentless fate would thrust her into a new circle. Chapter Eleven Melusine’s limbs nearly gave way beneath her. She took the tray with both hands, gulped, and gave way to tears. The little matter of an accent may be misleading, I grant you, but —’ He was interrupted, and with impatience.
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