’ Before she could object, Melusine found herself hustled back into the house and dragged willy-nilly towards the library door, where Jack called softly. She suspected that he would take a mistress just as soon as they returned to Florence. “Why do you hate me again, my love?” He seemed to brighten, feeding upon the intensity of her emotion. Now I’ll tell you what I propose. She noted the dank hair on his forehead, the sweat of revolting nature. It is not you who runs the risk of going dinnerless to-morrow.
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