She was afraid people would follow her, she was afraid of the dark, open doorways she passed, and afraid of the blazes of light; she was afraid to be alone, and she knew not what it was she feared. ” “But why?” “He’s married—and, I believe, living separated from his wife. ‘What can I do, miss?’ ‘Nothing at all,’ cried Melusine. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. It was then, I am sure, empty.
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