By a sort of instinct. Well, I'll take myself off. ” Courtlaw turned abruptly to Brendon. I’d only get a pack of lies in reply. “Wild horses—not if they have all the mounted police in London—shan’t keep me out. ’ About to hurry from the little parlour, Melusine remembered Mrs Ibstock. The infant’s body, now missing its pulverized head, was still twitching among the blood-soaked ruins of corpses. She thought of him as always courteous and helpful, as realizing, indeed, his ideal of protection and service, as chivalrously leaving her free to live her own life, rejoicing with an infinite generosity in every detail of her irresponsive being.
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