He was more like a man who had left his bed in the middle of convalescence. ’ Melusine shrugged. He read but little, and that chiefly healthy light fiction with chromatic titles, The Red Sword, The Black Helmet, The Purple Robe, also in order “to distract his mind. Niece and aunt regarded each other for a moment over their pockethandkerchiefs with watery but antagonistic eyes, each far too profoundly moved to see the absurdity of the position. Stay! I'll go myself. His conscience never told him to go back and take his punishment; it tortured him only in regard to the deed itself.
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