This was no night for the indulgence of dreamy musing. He could not know about the Remenham connection, could he? No one knew but her father and Martha. Melusine started back, blinking. She emerged with a white face and wide-open eyes upon a little, red-lit landing. The great ordeal—that which she had most dreaded—had proved to be no ordeal at all. Later, at the bottom of that envelope I found a letter. ‘For kissing you, or for not meaning to do so?’ ‘Imbecile,’ exclaimed Melusine impatiently. Wait, though. She fought him at first, screaming at him, but he did not relent. Mind, I am anticipating events. Why may I not be your friend? Somehow or other I feel that you have been driven into a false position. He could not kiss Ruth. It wasn’t. She seemed to have recovered herself as he returned, but rose as if she would go back to the saloon. She had intended to be quietly dignified, but he was in a smouldering rage from the beginning, and began by assuming, which alone was more than flesh and blood could stand, that the insurrection was over and that she was coming home submissively.
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