Melusine stepped back a pace, her gaze fixed on the vision before her. In the grate were some charred fragments of a marriage certificate. She got a bun and some cocoa in the little refreshment-room, and then wandered through the galleries up-stairs, crowded with Polynesian idols and Polynesian dancinggarments, and all the simple immodest accessories to life in Polynesia, to a seat among the mummies. Her desires were not for riches. Abruptly would come the end. Everywhere else—the law, medicine, the Stock Exchange—prejudice bars us. She sat on the edge of her bed and looked about her, at her room, at the row of black-covered books and the pig’s skull. “Hey,” he said, his eyes slowly adjusting to the soft blackness. The room was dark and dusty. She moved her elbow nearer to him and spoke in a still lower tone.
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