He became a little more personal and intimate. All was darkness, horror, confusion, ruin. For a few moments Mr. He saw the expression on the girl's face and understood what it signified, that it was the reflected pattern of his own. He had, for the most part, been correct. He was like a man beside himself. For her it was sufficient to know that somebody wanted her, that never again would she be alone, that always this boy with the dreams would be depending upon her. " "Would you like to have me read to you?" He did not answer. She realized in a moment what had happened. ‘That will be a matter for her future husband to decide. He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew, could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account. ’ A multitude of changes flitted across Melusine’s features as she stood there for a space, unusually silent.
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