He began munching his water-chestnuts—a small brown radish-shaped vegetable, with the flavour of coconut—that grow along the river brims. Into one of these he waded and rolled and rolled, despite her commands. I am your husband, though as yet your hand has scarcely lain in mine. She was aware of it now as if it were a voice shouting outside a house, shouting passionate verities in a hot sunlight, a voice that cries while people talk insincerely in a darkened room and pretend not to hear. Speedily recovering himself, however, he rejoined, with forced calmness, "You are mistaken, Sir. Was she so bad a prospect? ‘No good, Melusine,’ said a new voice from the doorway.
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