‘Ha!’ uttered Captain Roding triumphantly. The sun was setting, casting long dreary shadows across deformed apple trees. She seemed to assume that it must certainly be something she had said. All at once they came to the top, the faded blue sky overhead, and whichever way he looked, the horizon, the great rocking circle which hemmed them in. She had thought—What had she thought? That this dependence of women was but an illusion which needed only to be denied to vanish. When things are at the worst, they'll mend. I must leave England to-night. I was extremely subtle—in fact, as devious as Melusine.
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