His conscience, however, was entirely another affair. ’ ‘Truly?’ Melusine said excitedly. But the general was turning on him, the hint of emotion wiped from his lined features. The blast once more swept over the agitated river: whirled off the sheets of foam, scattered them far and wide in rain-drops, and left the raging torrent blacker than before. But, alas! she was beautiful—and beauty is a crime not to be forgiven by a jealous woman. "What is it?" demanded the woollen-draper, as he returned to the table, and took up a glass. "Here!" shrieked Lady Trafford. ‘Caught in the act by myself and Major Gerald Alderley only last week.
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