She was finally dead, going to Hell. At the corner of Liquorpond Street stood the old Hampstead coach-office; and, on the night in question, a knot of hostlers, waggoners, drivers, and stable-boys was collected in the yard. In a flash, Melusine had jumped forward and clamped it to the floor with one booted foot. “I ought to have done. . I hate myself!” She collapsed to the floor, sobbing. There was a wild light in her eye, and her straight hair was out demonstrating and suffragetting upon some independent notions of its own. A spot of colour, brighter than any rouge, burned on her cheeks. She leaned a little towards him.
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