The woman I wanted was another man's wife. After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes. He took her hand in his, raising it closer, and gently touched the maltreated skin. She was not Madame Melusine Valade.
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