Melusine seized her chance. Presently he heard her voice. She was sore and overstrung, and it was intolerable to her that he should stand within three yards of her unsuspectingly, with an incalculably vast power over her happiness. Her face reminded him of a delicate unglazed porcelain cup, filled with blond wine. ‘The wretch said nothing to anyone. The perfume was the only one she ever used. Very soon she would be able to forget it. She rapped again, louder. She nibbled at his neck gently, sweetly, as her hand tracing his chest.
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