” He stepped back as though he had received a blow. She was alone, and the mask of her unchanging high spirits was for the moment laid aside. There were dark rims under her eyes, soft now with unshed tears. She thought that women were not made for the struggle and turmoil of life— their place was the little world, the home; that their power lay not in votes but in influence over men and in making the minds of their children fine and splendid. It was a society column about the richest men in the world and their lavish parties. Tickle the ears of their reverences with any idle nonsense you please: but tell them nothing you care to have repeated. ’ ‘I do not care any more about the portrait,’ Melusine said, opening the door to the attic corridor that gave off onto the row of little rooms that served as private cells for the senior nuns. The moon had arisen, and everything could be as plainly distinguished as during the day. But you,” he continued, moving imperceptibility a little nearer to her, “you are mine.
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