Melusine’s heart
ached for him, but she had to force him on. He was reaching wearily for some kind of buffer to his
harrying conscience. She stood up before him, smiling faintly. Not to go to her is wickeder
than if I had run away with my friend's wife. “Why should I bear the burden of
your wickedness? Who knows what might come of it? I shall permit nothing of
the sort. Don't shake so. Were I a painter of subject pictures, I would exhaust all my skill in proportion
and perspective and atmosphere upon the august seat of empire, I would present
it gray and dignified and immense and respectable beyond any mere verbal
description, and then, in vivid black and very small, I would put in those
valiantly impertinent vans, squatting at the base of its altitudes and pouring out a
swift, straggling rush of ominous little black objects, minute figures of
determined women at war with the universe. Pausing at each door on the landing, Jack placed his ear to the keyhole,
and listened intently. Courtlaw, who was sitting by the bedside, bent over him. Ruth, standing by, heard his true laughter for the first
time. Cathy appeared in her bathrobe. Sometimes we had the Illustrated London News and Tit-Bits. Bodies were piled high in the
streets, Sebastian went on rounds and would come back
late at night, reporting horrors and robberies, death that
came within hours, not days. ’
***
Martha sniffed dolefully, scrubbing at her reddened eyes with a large square of
damp linen.
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