Chapter Eight For an instant in the silence that followed, shocked into immobility, Melusine stared in horror at the body lying there so still. Life is two things, that’s how I see it; two things mixed and muddled up together. They got on wonderfully well together. The word of a Chinaman; he had given it, so he must abide. She did not enter the cabin at once, but paused on the threshold and stared at the silent, recumbent figure in the bunk. The prospect of the gallows would never deter me from taking to the road, if I were so inclined. Her husband had caught her leaning over a precipice into the ruins of the oubliette, and had punished her by flogging her back with a switch. “Go down and rescue the rags of my reputation,” she said, smiling. "Where?" "That can wait," she answered.
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