’
‘Merci, Gérard,’ Melusine muttered under her breath, adding aloud, ‘And the
major, he will also wish that you let me go to see Jacques. I love him!"
She was weak and dizzy: from horror as much as from physical exertion. He returned figuratively to his bed—the
bed he had made for himself and in which he must for ever lie. Sir John waved her back. And yet, often when alone, he wondered: had McClintock been wrong, or
had she ceased to care in that way? The possibility that she no longer cared
should have filled him with unalloyed happiness, whereas it depressed him, cut
the natural vanity of youth into shreds and tatters. They all left the room. All that is jolly and as it should be. ’ She released the pistol which lay in her lap and
gestured expressively with her hands.
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