Then, as she was in the act
of turning reluctantly away, she noticed a thin crack between the door and the
frame. What reassured her, however,
more than anything else, was the shape of the mouth: it was warmly turned. It
seems to me just talk; it seems to me like the fancy of a dream. They both listened intently. Suppose her father turned her
out of doors! She did not care, she meant to go. He left the room, presumably to sleep
elsewhere, but the only other room with a fire was the
servant’s quarters. ‘Bête. It might as well be Melusine
herself. A short way off in the fields he descried a sort of shed or
cow-house, and thither he contrived to drag his weary limbs.
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