“Will you be moral and your species, or immoral and yourself? We’ve decided to be immoral. And all the third act is love-sick music. ’ Melusine bubbled over and warmth rose in Gerald’s chest. Sir John looked about him, and somehow the laugh died away. “But Sir John?” he exclaimed. Burn your palette and your easel.
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