Part 7 As they came back from that day’s climb—it was up the Mittaghorn—they had to cross a shining space of wet, steep rocks between two grass slopes that needed a little care. And in some incomprehensible way, Ramage was confused with Capes; she had a grotesque disposition to persuade herself that this was really Capes who surrounded her, as it were, with wings of desire. She located her foster family. To return was impossible,—to raise himself certain destruction. Anything in the least irregular is like poison to him. . "I give you one minute for reflection. ’ Melusine shrugged, and crossed to the plain door beside which hung a bell. What was it in her heart or mind or soul that went out to this man? Music—was that it? Was he powerless to stir her without the gift? But hadn't he fascinated her by his talk, gentle and winning? Ah, but that had been after he had played for her. We have lived under the same roof, but our ways seem to have lain wide apart. It’s a sort of home-leaving instinct. Even Capes had been for her merely an excitant to passionate love—a mere idol at whose feet one could enjoy imaginative wallowings.
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