"Mercy on us! Well, I thought their manners quite out o' the common. . ’
She edged sideways a little more, her eyes on the pistol in his hand. Her sadness was manageable only
because she was so familiar with its phases, because she
could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer
studying the moon. She had
never let off a pistol in her life. She came originally of
country stock, and had been virtually in sole charge of Melusine almost from the
hour of her birth—a thankless task, as Melusine had heard her bemoan countless
times, with the rider that she had carried it out with a conspicuous lack of
success. Ah! how I wish, poor dear Sir Cecil were alive! he'd keep him in order. That last year in Paris,
when Annabel and she had lived in different worlds, had often been a nightmare
to her. I can esteem him, regard him; but, love him as he
ought to be loved—that I cannot do. The address was of
course her destination, thousands of miles away, an infinitesimal spot in a
terrifying space.
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