“On or about the day you receive this letter, Anna, the six months will be up. I have always managed to survive, haven’t I?” She was eager to stop talking about her parents. I once might have married you for your beauty,—now I marry you for your wealth. She seemed tense when not playing, he noted, more so than she had during the first two pieces. Now," he added, as his commands were reluctantly obeyed, "help me on with them. ’ ‘Yes, that is what he said,’ agreed Melusine, pleased to find him of so ready an understanding. “How old are you?” “Sixteen. And in reality even that magic garden-close resolves itself into a villa at Morningside Park and my father being more and more cross and overbearing at meals—and a general feeling of insecurity and futility. Her husband sat in a chair beside her bed, his head in his hands.
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