CHAPTER XII. “And aren’t there fees to pay at the Imperial College?” her aunt was saying—a disagreeable question. ’ Relief flooded Melusine. Their conversation became stilted. It was a moment or two before Gerald, opening his eyes on the girl’s astounded expression, recollected himself sufficiently to pull out of the extraordinary impact she’d had on him. Brutes! They are the brute still with us! Science some day may teach us a way to do without them. Jonathan mixed with the group, and, sure of his prey, abided his time. And this is not France, you understand. Womanhood is sacred to me.
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