” He stated. ’ ‘Do not hope it,’ returned Melusine, snapping uncontrollably. "Mother, I come to you. ” He plunged into one of his drawers, and brought up a small gold-foiled bottle. And yet, often when alone, he wondered: had McClintock been wrong, or had she ceased to care in that way? The possibility that she no longer cared should have filled him with unalloyed happiness, whereas it depressed him, cut the natural vanity of youth into shreds and tatters. Annabel, I cannot believe it.
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