But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. ‘I trust you are cursing Valade, and not Melusine. If only Gerald would come. It ran in rivulets down her face, penetrating her hood and the thick quilting of her coat.
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