’ Melusine sobered, sitting down again. She passed people in the streets and regarded them with a quickening apprehension, once or twice came girls dressed in slatternly finery, going toward Regent Street from out these places. There she would wander about in the kindly darkness. Look at it, I say. The more her thoughts dwelt upon the subject, the more convinced she was that she could not go to any one for help; she would have to solve the riddle by her own efforts, by some future experience. ’ There was no denial in Martha’s face, though Melusine longed to hear her words contradicted. A wedding procession turned the corner. Howard Taber.
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