Under the somewhat trying incandescent light her cheeks pleaded guilty to a
recent use of the powder puff. “What do you mean?” she asked. ‘What could either of us have done?’
To Gerald’s acute consternation, Melusine’s lip trembled suddenly, and her
eyes filled. He began a jerky, broken conversation that lasted until they reached the
station, and left her puzzled at its drift and meaning. She obeyed, extending her arm. She spoke with a certain odd
deliberation carefully chosen words which fell like drops of ice upon the man
who sat listening. She would never
look squarely at these dream forms that mocked the social order in which she
lived, never admit she listened to the soft whisperings in her ear. It was no easy matter to determine her age, for, though she still retained
a certain youthfulness of appearance, she had many marks in her countenance,
usually indicating the decline of life, but which in her case were, no doubt, the
result of constant and severe indisposition. She exited solemnly, retrieving
and carrying Michelle’s unconscious figure into the forest
like a reluctant bridegroom. “Ann Veronica,” he said.
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