’ Gerald came into the room as he spoke, his eyes on the stormclouds rapidly gathering in Melusine’s face. Wood then took to his heels, and never once looked behind him till he reached his own dwelling in Wych Street. She wanted to be alone. There he paused again, half turning his back and pretending to look for someone among the soldiers on the benches. He paused at the bamboo curtain of her room, which was in semi-darkness. Run along now; but return in half an hour. It was still profoundly dark; but the wind, which had begun to blow with some violence, chased the clouds rapidly across the heavens, and dispersed the vapours hanging nearer the earth. ‘I knew you would be furious. ‘What is this fate?’ ‘Un mariage of no distinction.
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