70 <9> A MARRIAGE, PART II She dreamt of the inn they had stopped at after her suicide attempt, the flea-ridden hostel her husband had angrily toted her to after the incident at the country house. I’m sorry. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. ‘Oh, Jacques, I cannot forgive myself!’ ‘Never you fret, miss,’ he uttered at once in a faint voice. The arrested women were herded in a passage of the Panton Street Police-station that opened upon a cell too unclean for occupation, and most of them spent the night standing. ’ She halted, her pistol still held firm and straight, both hands gripping it, her expressive features at once determined and uncertain. ‘Like you?’ ‘But I am not French. The Disguise. It’s no good hiding it any more. ‘You usually do,’ he said lightly. "Harkye, Sir," rejoined Darrell; "one word before I move. She pointed. ’ ‘Ah, then indeed I thank you,’ said Melusine on a sigh of relief, moved for once to smile at the captain. Although she did not understand why he persisted in this pursuit of her affairs. One doesn’t go about with these passions allayed simply because they have made wreckage and a scandal.
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