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A MARRIAGE, PART II
She dreamt of the inn they had stopped at after her
suicide attempt, the flea-ridden hostel her husband had
angrily toted her to after the incident at the country
house. ‘Gad, what a mess!’
Gerald pulled free, and Melusine broke back, staring at him. I’ll make any reasonable arrangement you like. He took her
hand in his, raising it closer, and gently touched the maltreated skin. “Will you come this way,” she said, “into the drawing-room? There is no one
there just now. This won’t do. Though scarcely two hours past midnight, it was perfectly light. Most of the tables were for those who smoked only and
drank wine, but there were a few spread with tablecloths and laid for dinner. Sit down, I command you. It would be useless to tell her to go back, even
heartless; and yet he could not advise her to go on, blindly, not knowing whether
her aunt was dead or alive.
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