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Melusine had confessed this morning, that she had borrowed his horse, that Jack had met with his accident through her fault. He sat alone in his brother’s old car night after night that summer, staring blankly at the red sky beyond the abandoned farmhouse where she had once shown him her secrets. Would I could purchase his apathy as easily as I can procure his assistance. “This,” he exclaimed, “must be either the indifference of an utterly callous nature, or it may be—ye gods, it may be—innocence.
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