” “Oh, no, please, no!” She reeled in shock and started 226 to back away from the open crypt. A tall elegantly dressed woman, followed by a maid, came down the broad staircase. There was enough contra-light to render her ethereal. ’ ‘Very well, Melusine, you win,’ Gerald said unguardedly, and dug his hand into his pocket. She had thought—What had she thought? That this dependence of women was but an illusion which needed only to be denied to vanish. A spacious suite of rooms down the hall John described as “my parents love den” with a grimace as Lucy smiled. Mirages, over which he was constantly throwing bridges which were wasted efforts, since invariably they spanned solid ground.
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