155 The ringing doorbell jarred her from her stupor. ’ Melusine did not reply. When the disillusion comes, when the fairy story ends, if she is blessed with children, she doesn't mind. It is an Occidental point of view. She found she was trembling at his nearness and full of a thrilling dread that he might touch her. ‘Well, we’ll just go on up and have a look at this here passage, missie, shall we?’ ‘Have I not been saying so?’ snapped Melusine, exasperated. She could read that Martin had a crush on her and was perhaps even going to try and challenge John as he was the bold sort. She was breathing hard, dragging for air, half in fright and half because the sudden effort had used up what little air she had managed to draw so briefly. They put her down, and she leaped at them; she smote a helmet to the ground. That is what terrified her: the consciousness that nothing in her life would be continuous, that she would no sooner form friendships (like the present) than relentless fate would thrust her into a new circle. ‘You’re the most troublesome wretch I’ve ever encountered,’ he told her bitterly. ’ ‘Eh bien, it is your fault entirely in this case.
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