There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. But I don't look for peace on this side the grave. " "Hold your tongue, hussy!" cried her husband gruffly. Proper enough now, when he could not help himself, but the habit would be formed; and when he was strong again it would become the normal role, hers to give and his to receive. ’ Melusine hesitated. "The feeling is dead within my breast. "I mean to have no one but yourself in it. "My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. "I shall want nothing more.
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