‘It is all the fault of that lantern. There
could not, he decided, possibly be two girls so much alike. "Wretch!" she cried, "you shall not force me to your hateful purpose. Furiously, she dashed his hands away. ‘Oh no, you don’t,’ said Gerald in a low tone. In stature, he was short and
stumpy; in person, corpulent; and in countenance, sleek, snub-nosed, and
demure. He now tells her that she is free, no longer a slave. Every time you mention the
father, she turns into marble. “What I am after is that beauty isn’t a special inserted sort of
thing; that’s my idea. ’
Melusine’s heart leapt, raced for a moment, and suddenly dropped again.
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