His subjects, however, were no longer entirely under his control; and, though he managed to enforce some little attention to his commands, it was evident his authority was waning fast. Loving was self-forgetfulness, pure delighting in another human being. ‘Melusine!’ Distracted, Gosse blinked and his eyes flicked away from Melusine’s just as she flung the fullness of her gathered petticoats in the way of his blade. Springing to his feet in an ecstasy of terror, he stumbled, and had well nigh realized his worst apprehensions. Mrs. “Why, it’s David!” he exclaimed. She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. There she would wander about in the kindly darkness. She ought to have written at once and told him exactly what had happened.
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