It was the beginning of June. Water poured into her eyes, nose, and mouth in a torrent from which she had to turn and wheeze. If he stayed in the basement apartment as was his usual habit, she would have no problem. Good heavens! She was discussing love-making. And mind you don't arouse his suspicions. If she mentioned Ramage he might have a fit—anything might happen. He said nothing. For a time she could scarcely believe he was gone. She found she was trembling at his nearness and full of a thrilling dread that he might touch her. There was. ’ Melusine bit her lip.
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