“I saw him stagger and sink down, and
the pistol was smoking still in my hand. A paralyzing horror was upon her. If he died, here in this hotel, who would
care? Or if she died, who would care?
A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of
trying to forget. ’
It was immediately evident that Lucilla Froxfield was not as silly as Melusine
had thought, for the face of her captain immediately changed and he took her
hands, a look on his face that caused Melusine an instant pang. We sha’n’t hang up on any misunderstanding. ‘What’s wrong, miss? Ain’t
I done right?’
Melusine’s mind was reeling, but she reached out and seized his wrist. But no matter how you phrase it, the end is the same.
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