’
‘Yes, that is reasonable,’ agreed Melusine, nodding. “I promise, Lucy. But if his frame was immature,
his looks were not so. She had become unashamed
of her nudity, altogether unfocused on her appearance. She did not know herself. That was the
wonder of these stories; one lived in them. The air,
perfumed with the delicious fragrance of the new-mown grass, was vocal with
the melodies of the birds; the thick foliage of the trees was glistening in the
sunshine; all nature seemed happy and rejoicing; but, above all, the serene
Sabbath stillness reigning around communicated a calm to her wounded spirit. It was not possible. She could
tell that they too would find their legs jutting awkwardly
from the petite furniture. The intense darkness added to the
terror of the storm. “Ruin me? For what? Posterity? How could you ruin
me, Lucy? What on earth are you talking about?”
He got up and began to pace the room. She could not feel her
own body. “Please hurry. In a side-glance—for
the floor was variously encumbered with overturned objects—he saw one of his
paper weights, a coloured glass ball such as McClintock used in trade. She advanced, stabbing at him.
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