" On quitting the Lodge, Wild repaired to his own habitation. Where was this kindly world she had drawn so rosily in fancy? Disillusion everywhere. ’ Melusine stifled a giggle. No hair to fall awry, no powder to displace, no ruffles to crush; men are lucky. So long as they're about, I'll always be rewriting them and wasting my time. I only know that it is right to do what I do.
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