We can love on a snow cornice, we can love over a pail of whitewash. ‘And you!’ shrieked Melusine. This intelligence, which she instantly communicated to the carpenter, drove him almost frantic. He could not pull her soul apart now to satisfy that queer absorbing, delving thing which was his literary curiosity; he had put her outside that circle. ‘I’m on your side. It did not cheer or fortify him with false courage and recklessness; it simply enveloped him in a mist of unreality.
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