Dizzily, she grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her. A victim of one of those mental typhoons that scatter irretrievably the barriers of instinct and breeding; and he had gone on the rocks all in a moment. Holding down the light, he perceived that the wounded man had risen to the surface, and was trying to clamber up the slippery sides of the well. Of what use was the temporary set-back to memory, when it always returned with redoubled poignancy? Then came another thought, astonishing. My husband, he is cruel and wicked, and—and entirely undistinguished. We were hunting and were separated from the rest of the hunters, so I said, ‘There are ways for a man to escape his wife where no one is harmed. ‘Now then, missie, where do you think you’re going?’ ‘I must see Jacques only for one little minute,’ Melusine told him prettily, fluttering her lashes. “While that lamb was about every man of any spirit was regarded as a dangerous wolf. Pausing with the intention of turning back, he glanced in the direction of the village church, the tower of which could just be seen through the trees.
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