Basically a kindly man but made cynical and derisive by sordid contacts, O'Higgins had almost forgotten that there was such a thing as unselfishness. ‘She would say, espéce de diable, this Melusine. She stared at him and thought the words, “My husband, my husband. ‘Gone!’ he said. ‘While you are making me this interrogation, my poor Jacques bleeds to death. Every movable mirror had been placed here, to discourage vanity, and since no whitewash covered the brocaded purple wallpaper, its pervasive hue gave an added sense of heaviness to the crowded chamber.
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