“You really couldn’t ride in it,” he said, deprecatingly. All the sombre visions she
had been pressing back, fighting out of her thoughts, swarmed over the barrier
and crushed her. Once I banged on the door so hard I split it in
two. ’
Again, Melusine did not waste words. I’ve got too much work. ”
She grinned. Besides," added he, opening the shawl in which the infant was wrapped,
and throwing the light of the candle full upon its sickly, but placid features, "it's
sinful to repine while you've a child like this to comfort you. ‘But tell me this instead. She was sick of herself, of her life, of everything but him;
and for him all her masked and hidden being was crying out. Ramage seemed always fencing about the forbidden topic, probing for
openings, and she wondered why she did not give him them.
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