There was an air of repressed gaiety in her actions: the sense of freedom had returned; her heart was empty again. ‘You’d do the same. She heard the ocean in the distance, waves crashing on the beach, high tide. 1. ’ Melusine’s eyes misted. The thought did not occur to her, for all thought had flown out of her head. She was to fall back amongst the ruck, a young woman of talent, content perhaps to earn a scanty living by painting Christmas cards, or teaching at a kindergarten.
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