"Impossible!" echoed Wild, with a fearful imprecation. He could not pull her soul apart now to satisfy that queer absorbing, delving thing which was his literary curiosity; he had put her outside that circle. Melusine’s heart jumped and she felt heat rising into her cheeks. ‘Merci, dieu. My only love is for my poor lost son. Some indeed carried themselves, dressed themselves even, rather as foreign visitors from the land of “Looking Backward” and “News from Nowhere” than as the indigenous Londoners they were.
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