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Feel for the lock, and prize it open,—you don't need to be told how. I want you beyond measure or reckoning. I think a wife a needless incumbrance, and mean to die a bachelor. I want you to be my wife. Think how free that leaves me to follow things up! I must take you everywhere. Soon I shall make my début, that it will be known that I am the real Melusine Charvill, and then I shall not require the services any longer of this imbecile of a Gérard. Hearing the noise of the scuffle, the tapstress, fancying it was Jack making an effort to escape, in spite of the remonstrances of the executioner, threw open the wicket. She drew a chair to the window and stared at the splendour of the tropical night. Lady Trafford, supposed to be childless, broken in health and spirits, frail both in mind and body, is not likely to make another marriage.
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