The darkness was almost palpable; and the wind which, hitherto, had been blowing in gusts, was suddenly lulled. ’ He turned to Melusine, ignoring the indignant protest that greeted his words. “We are, or rather we were, so much alike then that the portrait of either of us would have done for the other. I just suppose it isn’t worth the trouble. “Drive to 13, Montague Street, cabman,” she ordered. "And now let's see who'll dare to oppose me. He glanced down between the still narrow distance that lay between Melusine and himself, and discovered her hand there, a very small dagger within it. There’s no sense in morality, I suppose, unless you are fundamentally immoral.
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