She so wanted
to keep her memory of him fresh, so wanted to memorize
his kisses and to conjure his embrace someday when he
was mere dust in the ground. But what did the occupant of the box care? The laugh was always with the dead:
they were out of the muddle. The easel and palette having been packed up, and the canvass carefully removed
by Austin, the party took leave of the prisoner, who was so much abstracted that
he scarcely noticed their departure. "Are
you a poltroon, after all?"
"That's it! I ought to have died that night!"
"Or is there a taint of insanity in your family history? Alone and practically
penniless like yourself! You weren't even stirred by gratitude. "You lie!"
Head down, fists doubled, Spurlock rushed: only to be met with a kick which
was intended for the groin but which struck the thigh instead. He was not addicted to
monologue, and the only audible comment he permitted himself at first upon a
universe that was evidently anything but satisfactory to him that afternoon, was
one compact and entirely unassigned “Damn!”
The word must have had some gratifying quality, because he repeated it. ’
‘Mercy me,’ gasped the nun. Now do you see?’
Melusine frowned.
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