Melusine made no reply. He heard the panting of the donkey-engine, then the slithering of the anchor chains. “Don’t!” she said, weakly, as he had bent down and put one arm about her and seized her hands with his disengaged hand and kissed her—kissed her almost upon her lips. Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love.
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