’ Melusine could not regard this view with anything but scepticism. The Victorians over-did it a little, I admit. It seemed to encapsulate the mosquito like a little piece of moonlight, it was talismanic to her. She found herself anxious to read more of him, and the next Wednesday she went to the British Museum and hunted first among the half-crown magazines for his essays and then through various scientific quarterlies for his research papers. He bowed over her hand, venturing to drop a kiss on it’s leathery surface. They struck her as cold and indifferent. I love you—unendurably.
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