’ The lady’s gaze dwelled thoughtfully on the half-drawn sword and then came up to meet his, an odd look in her eyes. There followed a silence which endured several minutes; or, rather a tableau. “You poor child!” he said; “don’t you see the infinite folly of these proceedings? Think! Think of the love and affection you abandon! Think of your aunt, a second mother to you. And, if I'd my own way with the Secretary of State, he never should. ’ ‘Alas. ‘Melusine, don’t sit there.
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