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’ Gerald raised his brows. The houses overhung in a frightful manner, and looked as if the next gust would precipitate them into the river. Once or twice she commented upon it, but she knew that it was resultant of his fear of her impending departure. “I do not suppose he will be home till late. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. ’ ‘Melusine,’ repeated the old lady. . Put him in the stocks, and there let him sleep off his drunken fit.
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