Hold your hand for a moment. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. I am already too much flattered that you should have given me your confidence. Hang the wench! Roding was right. Even then she had understood vaguely that she had touched upon some philosophy of life: that one was never lonely when alone, only in the midst of crowds. But of what use to wear it when there was no one of importance to see and admire? ‘For shame, Melusine,’ protested Lucy, as the butler bowed himself out of the room. Wood lifted up his hands in mute despair.
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