"And now," he continued, sternly, "was it your master who has just ridden by?" "No," answered Quilt, sullenly. When Jack entered the cell, she was talking to herself in the muttering unconnected way peculiar to her distracted condition; but, after her eye had rested on him some time, the fixed expression of her features relaxed, and a smile crossed them. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. A slow heavy thumping started up in Melusine’s chest, and she scarcely took in the astonished silence in those present in the room. She twanged the catgut under her fingers. “Are you sorry you waited, aunt?” she said. His body went limp, and as he withdrew she ironically found herself at the doorway for the first time in her life of being truly aroused. Nature is a mother; her sympathies have always been feminist, and she has tempered the man to the shorn woman.
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