It was maddening to be made to feel that he was in any way the inferior of this cool, self-possessed young woman, whose eyes seemed for a moment to scintillate with scorn. ’ Melusine sank against the wall of the corridor, closing her eyes. What they do with him afterward is off my ticket, no concern of James Boyle; they can lock him up or let him go. Don’t touch the handle, Annabel! Curse the thing, you’ve jammed it now. How she had coveted her mother’s beauty and sought to emulate it, if only to please her. Melusine had confessed this morning, that she had borrowed his horse, that Jack had met with his accident through her fault. She became eager to explain herself, to show herself in the right light.
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