There were neither texts nor rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks. Just this? Parbleu, did he think this was enough? She did not wish to marry him—at least, not just because he was an Englishman. “Yes, I believe he is. ‘Melusine…Melusine. "It's more than I am," muttered Thames. All her tender lures, inherent and acquired, had shattered themselves futilely against the reserve he had set between them.
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