” He held his breath as she reached over the stick shift and touched his face. And there was no intimation whatever that the blinds would ever go up or the windows or doors be opened, or the chandeliers, that seemed to promise such a blaze of fire, unveiled and furnished and lit. ’ ‘I am afraid that there is,’ Gerald told her evenly. “Why do you hate me again, my love?” He seemed to brighten, feeding upon the intensity of her emotion. And girls and women, perhaps, are different. You are too credulous. But if you do not leave this room I must. I can't give you my hand; but you may take it. ’ The idiocy of it all irritated Melusine. The open books she knew by heart; aye, they had been ground into her, morning and night.
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