” Part 11 They sat for a time without speaking a word, in an enormous shining globe of mutual satisfaction. The sun-canvas was stowed; and Spurlock's chair was set forward the foremast, where the bulging jib cast a sliding blue shadow over him. Their subsequent conversation is outside the scope of our story. You think you love this other man! No doubt you do love him. It’s so different from what one has been led to expect. The flat was apparently empty. ‘Melusine. There must be persons tender and loving in this world. Again he rushed. That’s the wonder of it. Here was not the individual against whom she had been warned. “Can’t you believe me? I am Meysey Hill.
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