Lucilla broke across Melusine’s thoughts. It was a spring-tide at half ebb; and the current, which was running fast and furiously, bore him instantly away. What was the objection? She found it impossible to look her own diffidence in the face. I consider even now that the present colour is far less becoming. 1. CHAPTER XXIII. ’ ‘But you must,’ Gerald said, quite as if he meant it. His tone was rough, almost threatening. Still silence everywhere. ’ If you engage me it must be upon my own merits. ’ Then all at once remembrance made her smile.
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