God must love me, for he has guided me
here. An ordinary type, of course—”
Mrs. But Melusine’s own words had thrown an idea into her head. There were three other ships at anchor; but as two
would be making Shanghai and one rounding to Singapore two days hence, it
was logically certain that no fugitive would seek haven in one of these. Some of the lunatics were rattling their chains; some
shrieking; some singing; some beating with frantic violence against the doors. She fixed her brilliant eyes upon him. She
was radiant. And in these crowded four weeks,
what had she learned? That all horizons were lies: that smiles and handshakes
and goodbyes and welcomes were lies: that there were really no to-morrows,
only a treadmill of to-days: and that out of these lies and mirages she had
plucked a bitter truth—she was alone. And you think I would
marry you?’
‘Why not? I am unworthy, eh? Because I am a servant. She has contrived to keep out of my sight up to this time, and I've
no doubt she'll keep out of it altogether for the future. There, that sounds frightfully involved, doesn’t it, but
perhaps you can make out what I mean. ‘More nor that. She offers me no explanation, permits me
absolutely no hope.
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