Clotilde flew into a rage, crying, “How dare you lay claim to my children! I am their mother! This is a Godless house!” She accused. "Well, how goes it?" he asked. ’ Gerald came into the room as he spoke, his eyes on the stormclouds rapidly gathering in Melusine’s face. ’ ‘Well, let us leave your name for the present. She had never felt so acutely the desire for free initiative, for a life unhampered by others. She went to a writing-desk and made some memoranda on a sheet of note-paper, and then remembered that she had no address as yet to which letters could be sent. It was an awful moment—so awful, that every other feeling except deep interest in the scene seemed suspended. Cursing under his breath, Gerald moved swiftly across and dragged her away. The latch had not fully caught. She was flushed, and her eyes were bright and angry; her breath came sobbing, and her hair was all abroad in wandering strands of black. ’ ‘You were always someone, Melusine. “What do you think of that?” he asked. It was so hopeless to put it to them.
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