For a few days
she was fascinated by the place, exploring the moldy
rooms, the weird treasures hiding in forgotten trousseaus. "Dear me!" she added, as she
pledged the amorous woollen-draper, "what a beautiful ring that is. Leave go,
I tell you!" and he forced open the knife with his teeth. "But to drag this innocent child into the muck! With her head full of
book nonsense—love stories and fairy stories! Have you any idea of the tragedy
she is bound to stumble upon some day? I don't care about you. Balked, Melusine halted. Balanced on his nose were enormous tortoise-shell spectacles. What need had she of Gerald,
or anyone? Yet, if he was here, would he not make some foolish game with her
and make her laugh? Instead of behaving in this fashion so stupide, and crying,
crying, crying. He seemed to be thinking hard. I said
intensity of perception.
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