Empty, silly, coarse brutes. And
nothing to tell her where to begin. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and,
when unloosed, hung down to her heels. “I was glad you did not send it back again,” he said. . "
"My dear," observed Wood, "you should be more charitable—"
"Charitable!" repeated his wife, "that's your constant cry. The intoxicating sense
of novelty had given place to a more business-like mood. ‘I don’t think you need do that, Melusine—if I may call you so. Tears started to the young man's eyes on beholding the change, and it was with
difficulty he could command himself sufficiently to make the inquiries he
desired to do respecting the former owner of the house. The white
haze of poison clouded her eyes.
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