It
came into her head with real emotional force that this must be some particularly
fantastic sort of dream. “Ungracious little beast, I call her. John looked at his feet bashfully. She had
taken care he should have this momentous talk with her on a garden-seat
commanded by the windows of the house. ‘Something wrong, madame?’
Her fan came up swiftly, hiding the lower part of her face. She had just passed into a little antechamber beyond when she suddenly heard
a faint knocking. I have neither father, mother,
brother, sister, nor husband—I have only him. Perhaps I ought not to; but this isn't a case to fiddle-faddle over. ’
A strangled sob escaped her as his thumb dug cruelly into the soft flesh of her
wrist. ’
Chapter Six
Creeping along the dark narrow passage, with lantern held well ahead to keep
her step steady on the uneven stones—and to warn her of the advent of rats—
Melusine kept her long petticoats fastidiously clear of the dirt with an efficient
hand, a habit she had learned in the convent. The future? He
dared not speculate upon that.
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