The old-fashioned dress, with its series of ruffles and printed flowers, ballooned treacherously, revealing her well-turned leg in silk stockings, as it snapped against her body as a mould. “I should make sure that he doesn’t try to drive himself home. She fought the inclination for a while, then surrendered. Why open my mouth if there might not be a need for it when all’s said?’ Melusine acknowledged the logic of this. She began to think persistently of Capes, and it seemed to her now that for some weeks at least she must have been thinking persistently of him unawares. The sounds of the seashore infiltrated her dreams as she floated in heavenly bliss of sleep.
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