I can't run in these heavy fetters. He
fancied that the whole fabric of the bridge was cracking over head,—that the
arch was tumbling upon him,—that the torrent was swelling around him,
whirling him off, and about to bury him in the deafening abyss. Fortescue rambled
round the garden with soft, propitiatory steps, the Corinthian nose upraised and
his hands behind his back, pausing to look long and hard at the fruit-trees against
the wall. It was as if her aesthetic sense had become inflamed. ***
From the corner of her eye, Melusine saw Gerald move towards her and she
turned to confront him, the confused turmoil in her mind causing her chest to
tighten unbearably. The applause was uproarious at the end of the concert. "Take me, then," replied the widow.
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