Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. She felt terrible lying to him. ‘No one is here, Melusine, except you and I. Quite soon, after we were married—it was just within a year—I formed a friendship with the wife of a friend, a woman eight years older than myself. Before he could draw in the rein, his steed—startled apparently by some object undistinguishable by the rider,—swerved with such suddenness as to unseat him, and precipitate him on the ground. They’re just all men, and no one is safe from scandal. The destroying angel hurried by, shrouded in his gloomiest apparel. Was she so fearful still? Roding shrugged and grimaced. Bit priggish, isn’t it? And if he only knew it—so absurd.
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