” His voice sounded muffled and heavy, as if he had gone to bed. He lowered her neck before her, and she noticed a bizarre urge to bite him rising from her mind like an itch. Martha had grumbled at being obliged to report the matter to Mother Josephine, who had decreed that Melusine must confess to Father Saint-Simon. I’ll come and see you again later on. ” Sir John, frankly oblivious of the possibility of passers-by, took her into his arms and kissed her. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk.
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