‘Melusine…Melusine. Groups of boys took to ogling her as she walked frenetically from class to class. Briefly explained, she was as the child who discards the rag baby for the living one. ’ Was there a careful note in her voice? Gerald gave no sign, keeping his own tone light. He was waiting in the outer hall as she tiptoed in. He was smiling under his heavy mustache, and his head was a little on one side as he looked at her. The burden of decision had been transferred. “Why not?” “Because you are mine.
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