Melusine—the real Melusine—evidently did not see him immediately, for her attention was on her descent from the high vehicle. "Spare me!" he groaned, looking upwards. The air was sweet with the smoky perfume of myrrh, hazy and dense with incense. “There,” he said, “you don’t treat me fairly, Miss Stanley. A full-curled wig descended half-way down his back and shoulders; a neckcloth of "right Mechlin" was twisted round his throat so tightly as almost to deprive him of breath, and threaten him with apoplexy; he had lace, also, at his wrists and bosom; gold clocks to his hose, and red heels to his shoes. Years ago I marked out an intinerary for myself; but the trip never materialized. He confided to me that he felt trapped in his marriage, that he was being ruined by fate.
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