But I am sick of tearing up letters and hopeless of getting what I have to say better said. “I do mean that,” she declared. 155 The ringing doorbell jarred her from her stupor. She entered the kitchen. He reached for her and she stroked his head soothingly as his mother had done a few times when he had suffered bad fevers. A few feet away, across the low vases of pink and white roses, sat Annabel, more beautiful to-night perhaps than ever before in her life. ’ Gerald came into the room as he spoke, his eyes on the stormclouds rapidly gathering in Melusine’s face. So appalling was the sight, that even the murderers—familiar as they were with scenes of slaughter,—looked aghast at it.
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