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The clergyman, meanwhile, proceeded with the service, while the coffin was
deposited at the brink of the grave. She stared
down at them from a high window, peering down at their
moonlit faces in the bed heavy with furs, the same bed
where she had given birth to Gianfrancesco’s dead son. Without a word or a gesture, the Wastrel turned and staggered forth, out of the
orbit of these two, having been thrust into it for a single purpose already
described. In each pause she could
sense his growing trepidation. Why? He could preach the Word and
deny Love!—tame the savage heart, succour broken white men!—pray with his
face strained with religious fervour! The idea made her dizzy because it was so
inexplicable. “I wonder—I
wonder if we shall ever get like that. I am your first, of
course you feel strongly. Go out there and head him off, will you? Tell him anything
you like, but don’t let him in, and don’t tell him Melusine is here. You have the look
in your eyes to-night which you had that day, the look of a frightened child.
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