Thames did not attempt to offer him any consolation, for he was almost as much dejected. It was Annabel’s. But if I were dying of thirst, in a desert, I would not accept a cup of water at her hands. ’ Melusine’s eyes misted. ‘Courage,’ urged her spouse. But his hand was withheld by Thames. In vain Wood protested his innocence. “You had only to ask——” “Do you think,” Anna interrupted, with a note of passion trembling also in her tone, “that I would have taken alms from Sir John, the man to whom I had lied for your sake. What!—add another drop to her cup? Who knows? Any day they may find me. Only first you must find the lantern and light it again and leave it here, near the door, for me to find. ’ She dropped to her knees before her old nurse and hugged the workroughened hand with both her own, looking up into Martha’s face where slow tears were tracing down her cheek. She was taken dreadfully ill on the road, with spasms and short breath, and swoonings,—worse than ever she was before. Her formerly brown hair was dyed a white shade of blonde. I loathe this room.
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