She set her fingers in the hair and tugged, drawing him to a sitting posture and stooping so that her eyes would be on the level with his when he awoke. ‘Do not move, messieurs, or I shall be compelled to blow off your head. "Hell's curses!" roared Jonathan. "Certain. Slowly a mirthless and very unpleasant smile dawned upon his face. He was reaching wearily for some kind of buffer to his harrying conscience. His attention was focused on Melusine’s transfixed stare and he forgot to say any of the things he had planned to say. Her eyes were soft and grave, and there was the faintest of smiles upon her resolute lips. And, though neither peace nor innocence can be restored to my bosom; though tears cannot blot out my offences, nor sorrow drown my shame; yet, knowing that my penitence is sincere, I do not despair that my transgressions may be forgiven.
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