Then he sat down and filled his pipe slowly and thoughtfully. Her heart in her mouth, hoping against hope, Melusine made her way back to where she had left the boy. On the bench was set a quartern measure of gin, a crust of bread, and a slice of cheese. “Then let me be the judge of what is best,” she answered. He forgot for the moment his own self-pity, the egotism of his own passionate love. "Was that thunder?" he faltered, as a terrible clap was heard overhead. "Mother!" cried the son, "help!" "What is this?" shrieked Lady Trafford, raising herself on the couch, and extending her hands towards him.
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