Was she so bad a prospect? ‘No good, Melusine,’ said a new voice from the doorway. He grunted, and his grip gave. I never let her read stories, or have pets, dolls. She laughed softly, and leaned across the table. ‘You have said you do not wish to marry me,’ she accused. I jumped then—I was not even shaken. It was the crowned queen of mountains in her robes of shining white. Least of all myself. His spirits revived, and encouraging himself with the idea that the present impediment, though the greatest, was the last, he set himself seriously to consider how it might best be overcome. Only I do not care to write about anything else. And when I have steeped him to the lips in vice and depravity; when I have led him to the commission of every crime; when there is neither retreat nor advance for him; when he has plundered his benefactor, and broken the heart of his mother—then—but not till then, I will consign him to the fate to which I consigned his father.
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