She was afraid people would follow
her, she was afraid of the dark, open doorways she passed, and afraid of the
blazes of light; she was afraid to be alone, and she knew not what it was she
feared. He
was braver than her husband, who paced and cowered in
the corners of the once-sunny Palazzo. The strong
fingers of one hand secured both her wrists there, and Melusine found herself
chest to chest with him as he threw off his hat, and began to pat at her petticoat,
searching for tell-tale protrusions. “Anna! What tragedy has happened, little sister? No lights, no supper, no coffee
—and, above all, no Mr. A brisk talk sprang
up between Capes and Mr. But ere the words could find utterance, her maternal tenderness overcame her
indignation; and, sinking upon her knees, she extended her arms over her child. . —"Stay! something occurs to me.
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