“But, my dear,” she began, “it is Impossible! It is quite out of the Question. . She held her
hand to the place where he had slapped her. He touched her hand,
soft and cool to his fingers—she turned at once to look at him. The features
were indistinct, but was that not a halo of white about it? And the dark shadow
below, was that a cloak, or the habit of a nun?
Skirting the dancing, from which he had taken a breather—not from lack of
energy, but to escape the inanities of the young ladies he had partnered—Gerald
made his way to a side door in the saloon and opened it. And here, we may be permitted to offer an observation upon the peculiar and
unaccountable influence which ladies of a shrewish turn so frequently exercise
over—we can scarcely, in this case, say—their lords and masters; an influence
which seems not merely to extend to the will of the husband, but even to his
inclinations. You know, Melusine. ’
‘Yes, but I need a word with Gerald,’ protested the captain, hanging back. Michelle seemed so
innocent and sweet. As he hesitated, unable to make up his mind what to do for the
best, a heavy rumbling on the cobbles penetrated his absorption.
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