‘It must have been so, Melusine, or I wouldn’t have kissed you. I am grateful, indeed I am. I had rather have trouble and hardship like that than be taken care of by others. After all, she only LOOKED a woman. I wish”— she found she had embarked on a bad sentence—“I wish we needn’t have quarrelled. The soi-disant Valade held the centre of the room now, only an uncovered but closed card-table, its surface dusty, between him and the suite at the fireplace. She could now see to read; so she stirred the manuscript about until she came upon the first page.
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