On one side of the handbill a print of the reigning sovereign, Anne,
had been pinned over the portrait of William the Third, whose aquiline nose,
keen eyes, and luxuriant wig, were just visible above the diadem of the queen. Melusine ripped at
the buttons of the garment, dragging it open and away, and gasped at the massive
red stain on his shirt. “I hate you because you are the Devil! Rot in Hell!”
She was shocked at her own accusation, how she had
savored the words. "He shan't trouble you further. org
Section 4. Wood resounded from below. ‘Come, cry
a truce. I shall quit this
roof to-morrow. 1. Yet she took with her an uneasy consciousness that
in this affair might lie the germs of future trouble.
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