“More coffee, hon?” She held her hand over the cup. His throat filled; he wanted to weep. It had ceased raining, but the atmosphere was moist and chill, and the ground deluged by the recent showers. ” “As long as you remain under my roof—” he began, and paused. “Looks like old times here, I see. Nine years ago, I was honest—was happy. A neat tale, giving little away. ‘Melusine, don’t sit there. Jests are not for seasons like this. I believed that our marriage was genuine. ’ ‘A pretty tale. “Please come home. By and by—as the paroxysm subsided and he became motionless—she stole back to the bungalow to wait. In fact, the whole face had undergone a transformation.
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