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” “I like the mystical way,” she said. Melusine did not attempt to speak. He was waiting in the outer hall as she tiptoed in. Sheppard staggered forward. Afterward, one afternoon, he hovered about her, and came and sat beside her and talked of beauty and the riddle of beauty for some time. The voice of the young seaman came floating down from the masthead, and the story of the immortal lovers had begun. Perhaps this was the real turning point: the hour in which the disordered mind began permanently to readjust itself. The scrutiny of any strange man provoked a sweaty terror.
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