‘But that is excessively unkind of you, Melusine. I intend to remain very serious indeed while I’m doing it. Thames did not try to cheer her. She was as fair as the lily of the lotus. The Reaper is not sated yet. Folks don’t like ’em. She was a woman now to the tips of her fingers; she had said good-bye to her girlhood in the old garden four years and a quarter ago. The letter began: “MY DEAREST GIRL,—I cannot let you do this foolish thing—” She crumpled notes and letter together in her hand, and then with a passionate gesture flung them into the fire.
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