“They are full of the usual foolish stories. “I wonder,” he said, “how you would like to be made love to—boldly or timorously or sentimentally. ’ ‘In one little minute,’ she said, snapping her fingers, ‘it is over and voilà tout. “I don’t see why not,” he answered. ‘That—that—why do you speak of him?’ ‘Because I feel you ought to know,’ Gerald said calmly, but rising and watching her closely, ‘that all your trouble may be in vain. A moment before he had been a strong man, she had been in his power, a poor helpless thing. ’ She allowed herself to be pulled to the centre of the room, but uttered in a low tone, full of suppressed anxiety, ‘How can he know? How can he know?’ ‘You mean how can he know that this is your house?’ Melusine looked up at him, distress in her eyes. She attacked me with a carving-knife, and, when I had disarmed her, the jade bit off a couple of fingers from my left hand. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. Dear me, what a difference it has made! No one would ever think that we were sisters.
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