Melusine’s eyes blazed into his. He
fancied that the whole fabric of the bridge was cracking over head,—that the
arch was tumbling upon him,—that the torrent was swelling around him,
whirling him off, and about to bury him in the deafening abyss. Martha had grumbled at being obliged to report
the matter to Mother Josephine, who had decreed that Melusine must confess to
Father Saint-Simon. She could not see what occurred, though she guessed it; but she saw
Jonathan's devilish triumphing glance, and read in it,—"Your son has committed
a robbery—here—in these holy walls—he is mine—mine for ever!"
She uttered a loud scream, and fainted. For the rest, she derived her
ideas of the married state from the observed behavior of married women, which
impressed her in Morningside Park as being tied and dull and inelastic in
comparison with the life of the young, and from a remarkably various reading
among books. Beyond was another door,
on which was painted in black letters:
MR. Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through
life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to
the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart.
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