‘Point it at me. And it’s no use thinking he’d stop her. Gerald exchanged a puzzled glance with his friend. She could not bear the shame of it. From this perturbed state he was roused by thoughts of his mother, and fancying he heard her gentle voice urging him on to fresh exertion, he started up. Melusine made no reply. But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face.
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