“Why did you ever let me love you? Why did you ever let me peep through the gates of Paradise? Oh! my God! I don’t begin to feel and realize this yet. The very carts and vans and cabs that Wellington Street poured out incessantly upon the bridge seemed ripe and good in her eyes. She was too late. He stopped abruptly. Perhaps the old fool was not as fanciful as they had thought. I’ve told them all that was necessary, but I— wanted to ask your pardon—for having made myself a nuisance to you, and for breaking into your rooms—and to thank you—the doctor says you bound up my wound—or I should have bled to death. Melusine came back to the present to discover that tears were rolling down her cheeks. She did not want to seem to shrink from conversation, but all sorts of odd questions were running through her mind. I’ve seen Brewis Charvill, by the by. Mr. ” “I positively insist upon knowing,” she declared cheerfully. “I’ve got it. It was a unique experience for her to wash him. But on Sunday he had been obliged to attend to certain matters for the nuns. That any human being could conceive and execute such a thing! A Roundhead, here in these prosaic times!—and mad as a hatter! Trying the rôle of St.
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