“Do you mean, aunt,” she asked, “that my father thought I had gone off—with some man?” “What else COULD he think? Would any one DREAM you would be so mad as to go off alone?” “After—after what had happened the night before?” “Oh, why raise up old scores? If you could see him this morning, his poor face as white as a sheet and all cut about with shaving! He was for coming up by the very first train and looking for you, but I said to him, ‘Wait for the letters,’ and there, sure enough, was yours. Melusine sighed with relief at being alone at last and free to resume her search among the portraits. ’ Melusine shifted her shoulders. His new wife’s face was sweet and angelic with hair the color of flax, her belly already visibly large beneath a roe skin pelt. . The preparations to meet him were immense, roses were planted everywhere, white and drooping with honeyed fragrance. It could not be she who had done this. His apparel was sumptuous in the extreme, and such as was only worn by persons of the highest distinction.
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