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Drowning, her brain dizzy, Melusine clung
to the source of the flooding warmth, her hands, no longer forcibly held, moving
without will about the firm back. An audible crack sounded in the kitchen and
Mark slumped backwards, unconscious. In spite of the tumultuous joy which agitated him, the bridegroom could not
prevent the intrusion of some saddening thoughts, as he reflected upon the
melancholy scene which he had so recently witnessed in the same place. “Oh God!” she cried, “Oh God!” and flung aside her opera-cloak, and for a
time walked about the room—a Corsair’s bride at a crisis of emotion. The lonely widows of robber
barons found him irresistible and he was the guest of
many a fine table. “Which one?”
“The Miss Pellissier in whose rooms you were, and who sings at the ‘Unusual,’”
Courtlaw answered. A medley of motives warred in her, and it
was certainly not one of the least of these that she knew herself to be
passionately in love with Capes; at moments she had a giddy intimation that he
was beginning to feel keenly interested in her. She knew the story only
imperfectly, and followed it now with a passionate and deepening interest.
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