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"The door!—the
door!—death!" he added, as he tried the handle, "it is locked—and I am
unarmed. The gardens were
tidy and geometric, each avenue with a different purpose:
flowers for cutting, herbs, brightly colored vegetables. ‘I’m taking you to Gerald,
my girl. What was the name on those
marriage lines you showed me?’
‘M—Melusine,’ stammered the woman, her countenance yet registering
shock. "
"Do you think so?" replied Kneebone, taking it off, and placing it on her finger,
which he took the opportunity of kissing at the same time; "wear it for my sake. "That gown is getting shabby. Drink this!”
He poured out a glass of wine with a firm hand, and held it to her lips. “I have waited for this,” he said, and stood quite still, looking at her until the
silence became oppressive. "Here we part,—perhaps
for ever.
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